Prologue

Kevin’s whole outlook on life changed the day Dillon Anderson walked into his seventh grade homeroom class. That was also the day that Kevin Taylor knew for sure that he was gay to the core of his soul. Sweet little Dillon captivated his heart and his mind, and over time he become Dillon’s best friend, his bodyguard and protector from bullies, and the love of the gentle young man’s life.

Kevin Miller was Dillon’s entire world and has been since they met in middle school. They have become inseparable, two halves that made up the whole, and now they’ve just aced their final exams and they were all set to graduate college the following week. Kevin with his Master’s in Business Administration and Dillon with his Master’s of Science in Nursing. They were happily moving on to the next phase of their lives together. Kevin was going to rule the business world and Dillon was going to heal the sick.

Everything was right on track, but their dreams came crashing down after a night out celebrating with friends. Kevin saved the love of his life from being assaulted and his actions sent him to prison leaving Dillon alone to fend for himself. It was now Dillon’s turn to fight for Kevin. Read to see how these two soul mates fought for their right to love each other.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

(Roman Dawidoff as my idea of Kevin)

“Alright newbie’s. On your feet. It’s time for you go out into the world and make me proud.” The lead prison guard, a big behemoth of man they called, “The Devil,” chuckled as he banged his gigantic Maglite against the bars of the intake cells to get our attention. Most of the men surrounding me were either trembling or they had out right pissed their pants in fear. We gathered the meager items they allotted us after stripping out of the last vestiges of the outside world ten days ago when we were brought to the Corrections Facility.

As we lined up like we were instructed to do, we were handed blanket rolls and a bag of necessities, like boxers, socks, toiletries, and I guess for shits and giggles, a box of condoms. I guess if you are going to get raped in here, you can kindly ask Bubba to strap up before reaming your ass. “Fuck my life.” While all these fuckers were puffed up on false bravado or crying for their Mama, I was numb. Completely and irrevocably past feeling anything at all beyond confusion, fear, resentment, and finally abject horror, but not for myself, but for Dillon.

Dillon Anderson is the love of my life, my reason for living, and everything that is innocent and beautiful in this world. We haven’t been separated for any length of time since we met on that fateful day in seventh grade when that angel walked into my third period geometry class and shyly introduced himself to the class. It was like God himself was shining his grace on me that day because the only available seat in the room was right next to mine.

He was so gorgeous and so tiny that no girl could ever rival his beauty. Boys hated him and the girls envied him all throughout our Scholastic career. Jealousy can make turn good kids into stupid people. While I had sprouted up to my six foot two height, and weighed in at two hundred and ten pounds thanks mostly to football and genetics. My Dilly was a slender petite little thing barely clearing five foot eight, and if he weighed one hundred sixty pounds, then the scale lied. My baby was picked on for his looks by both sexes and for the fact that he was out and proud and he has never regretted being who he is.

First, I became his friend, then his protector, and once I got my head together and reconciled with my own sexuality, I became his man. No one, absolutely no one fucked with Dillon and got away with that shit. He is too caring and too gentle of a soul for me to put up with anyone bullying him. He was so kind, that if you punched him in the face and bruised your knuckles, he’d want to take care of you despite the fact you tried to hurt him. So all through high school and even college, people who knew him adored him and those who didn’t never fucked with him because they knew and hated the fact that he’s the quarterback of the State Championship Football team’s man.

We were supposed to be starting our lives together now that we have graduated. I was supposed to take the reigns of one of my father’s multiple business in the city while Dillion landed a job on the Pediatric ward of St. Matthews Medical Center. Against our better judgment, we let our friends pull us out of packing up our little one bedroom apartment a few blocks away from the school main campus to go and celebrate this new era in our lives. All was going well as we bar hopped along the Avenue, the college kids liked to call the strip of bars and ale houses close to campus we usually frequented on the weekends.

That was until Dillon got more than a little tipsy and I decided to get my happy giggly bunny home to bed. I should have called a cab, or I should have had one of our sober friends give us a ride home, but I didn’t. I let myself think that the cool night air would sober Dilly up some and we would walk the three blocks home. Little did I know that we would run into the dickheads that plagued most of our college life on a daily basis with their ignorance and hate. The main ringleader of those knuckleheads was Josh Landry, and we have been rivals for the quarterback position for all four years of school. He was also the over privileged spoiled as fuck only son of a City Commissioner.

Drunken Josh and his equally drunken friends had used their liquid courage and tried to gang up on us. They had managed to slap Dillon around before I could get to him and all Hell had broken loose after that. My vision had blurred at the sight of blood dribbling down the love of my life’s chin, and all my sense of self left me when they had pushed him to the ground and Josh whipped out his pathetic excuse for a cock and tried to piss on him. The only thing I could recall of that night was breaking free from the two goons had me pinned to the wall.

They were going on and sneering about raping Dillon to see what was so good about his ass that it kept me in line. I could even see Josh’s fucking prick twitch as it filled with the idea of forcefully fucking my man and that’s when I snapped. I had slammed both guys holding me to the ground before grabbing a startled Josh by his exposed dick and by his collar and repeatedly slammed him face first into the side of the brick building. My rage knew no bounds as Dillon’s sweet little voice rang out for me to stop, but these fucker’s deserved to be punished, four God damned years of them giving me pure Hell and know this.

The next thing I recalled after that was Dillon screaming my name as I was manhandled into the back of a police cruiser. My wild little love was being restrained from getting to me by two other cops. Three of the four thugs were sitting handcuffed against the blood splattered wall and there was a yellow tarp covering the fourth person on the ground. They said I bashed Josh’s face repeatedly into the wall until I literally smashed his head wide open and killed him. They said that I had fought off the police and resisted arrest.

They said I had severe anger issues and that I was a ticking time bomb that they couldn’t be allowed around decent people. The City Commissioner had used his enormous influence against me and my lawyers. He had used his connections and I landed a twenty-five year prison sentence without the possibility of parole for murder in the second degree. Nothing was said at trail about his fucking prick of a son and all the instances the fucker gay bashed the weaker gay kids in the student population. Nothing was said about the fact that he and his friends had attacked us first. Now here I am in this God forsaken place and Dillon, my Dilly is left all alone.

My mother had promised to take care of him, Dilly seemed to have curled into himself since this all began and he has retreated even further into his shell since I was sentenced and removed from the courthouse in handcuffs. It had broken my heart to see those tears rolling down Dillon’s beautiful face while the Councilman just glared at me with an evil smirk curving his pudgy lips. I know I’m not innocent and I know that I took a man’s life, but I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t set out to do it. It was an unfortunate accident, but to be steamrolled and not being able to have my say about the situation and a spineless attorney was too fucking much to deal with.

“Miller.” The Devil barked my name and he was looking at me like he had said it more than once. “Get your ears outta your ass boy and into this cell. You’re a lucky fuck to be bunking by ya’ self for now.” He barked as I trudged past him and into the six by eight room that was to be my home for the next unforeseeable future. The metal bars clanked shut behind me and I dropped my stuff on the thin bare mattress of the my bed. I looked around the room and I almost choked on my own tears as my new reality was slowly settling in.

There was a stainless steel sink and toilet against the back wall with a small half wall I guess for privacy, then there was a small stainless table and two chairs, the table was bolted to the floors and I reached out and found out the chairs were secured to the concrete floor as well. The walls were tiled a sickly clinical green around the bathroom, and more pea green paint around the rest of the room. The walls were bare as were the two twin size beds, each set on either side of the room with army style bunkers foot of each bed.

I turned and made the bed as if I was autopilot, and I put the rest of my stuff in the foot locker and plopped myself down on the mattress and closed my eyes. I was tired, and was hungry but neither of those things registered much because I was mostly worried about Dillon. I hoped he understood that I would do it all over again in heartbeat to make sure those bastards didn’t get their filthy hands on him. I prayed that my mom would be able to pull him out of the shell he has retreated into.

Swiping my hand over my face, I just wanted a chance to talk to him to tell him that everything was going to be alright. I wanted to tell him to go on and live his life. My old man hadn’t seen fit to hire me a decent lawyer and my lackluster public defender did nothing to keep me out of jail. I wanted to go on and fight this ruling but I couldn’t ask for money he wasn’t willing to put up un the first place, the prick. I guess this was his way of punishing me for being his greatest disappointment.

Dillon’s mother had passed away in his senior year of high school and damned if he knew who or where his father is. The tale was that he was a married man his mother had worked with and he got her in the family way and she skipped out on him to keep the peace and have her baby all on her own.

Dillon and his mom turned up in the city when he was thirteen and he started middle school and she went to work at St. Matthews as an Emergency Room Nurse, hence my baby’s choice of study in school. I was so proud of him when he got his pin at his graduation ceremony. His Master’s Degree in the Science of Nursing. My parents and I were all he had left in this world and I land myself in prison leaving him alone to fend for himself while I rot behind bars. What the fuck did I get myself into? How the Hell was I going to get out of this?

Obviously that fat bastard of a Commissioner had it in for me, and refused to see the homophobic prick that his son was, but then again hate is a learned behavior and that asshole, Josh didn’t fall far from the tree. My only regret is that he is dead, a life gone too soon over foolishness, a life I had taken in the fit of anger.

Fuck! What I am going to say to Dillon when I finally get a chance to talk to him. Am I selfish enough to have him come to this gloomy ass place week after week to see me locked up behind bars? He is stubborn enough to do it too, and knowing my baby he will probably cart enough food in here to feed the masses and try to redecorate the entire place to make it more cheerful. Then I would die in here for real because these hard ass motherfuckers would try to make a meal out of him, and I refuse to let that happen.

My heart felt like it weighed a ton in my chest. If I didn’t figure out what the fuck to do and how to get the hell out of this place, then it wasn’t fair for me to ask Dillon to put his love and life on hold for me. Wow, me, now a convicted murderer. What a great fucking catch for someone like Dillon.

I rolled over and hid my face in my arms and gave myself over for the first and last time to my pity. I cried over the helplessness I felt, I cried over my current situation, but most of all I cried because I always knew I wasn’t good enough for my angel and this now proves it. I was going to have to let him go and I cried like my heart demanded, because if he goes, then Dillon is definitely take my heart with him.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(Arthur Lockhart as my idea of Dillon)

Tears pooled in my eyes and I felt my heart was being constrict like someone caught it with a vice grip. I watched my Kevy being lead out to the visiting area by a really big burly guard. The mammoth of a brute literally pushed my love into the chair and all I could do was glare daggers at the fucker until he moved on to get the next inmate. My eyes tracked back to Kevy’s face and just there mere fact that he wouldn’t look me in the eye tipped me off that something was up with him.

I picked up the headset hanging on the wall and sincerely wished that those buggers at the door hadn’t confiscated my little spray bottle of Lysol. I put it to my ear and stared at the top of Kevin’s bent head. He just sat there still as a statue and my heart flipped over.

I knew this man from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he is going through. I couldn’t even contemplate what’s been going through his mind…On second thought, I could.

Right now, I can clearly tell that my man is battling with himself. I know for a fact he was going to want to play the martyr for my sake as always and tell me not to come see him in here anymore. He’s going to tell me that he doesn’t want me to see him this way, locked up like a seasoned criminal, that he is a criminal and that he wants to spare both he and I the heartache. Well my sweet little boo thing is going to have the shock of his life if he thought that I was going sit back and meekly accept that shit.

I could see the imaginative wheels spinning in his head as he tried to figure out how to break the news to me while he continued to sit there like a bump on a log. The situation seemed really bleak for us right now, but I refused to lie down and take the bogus trial and it’s equally bogus verdict just like that. I refuse to let Kevin suffer and spend his life in prison for something that was a horrible mistake. He was just doing what he has done since the day I met him. He was protecting me from bullies, and Josh and his friends were the biggest and most persistent homophobes I have ever had the unpleasant fortune to meet and deal with for the last four years of our collegiate lives.

It was like the that fucker targeted me all the time. Sometimes I sincerely wondered if the preening peacock had shot me with a GPS tracking device at some point because he popped up like a bad rash every time and anywhere I went on campus, and his mindless drones would follow him and proceed to put on a show of harassing the fags for the masses. Of course, it pissed off Kevin to no end and there should be a special place in heaven allotted just for me after how many times I have successfully soothed my hot headed beast of a boyfriend.

Underneath all that fire and aggression, I know there is the heart of a hero, my hero. All he has ever done was take care of me, love me, and cherish me like I was the most precious thing in his world. Like I said, if he thinks after all our history together that I am going to leave him in here all alone to wallow in his misery all by himself, then he has no idea of exactly who I am.

“Oh for Christ’s sakes.” I mumbled as I rolled my eyes. I took the handset away from my ear and banged it on the thick plexiglass separating us. Kevy startled out of stupor and jumped a little in his chair. He looked at me for the first time since my arrival and I took note of his red rimmed puffy eyes and the dark circles under those gorgeous peepers. I tried my best to keep my worry from showing on my face.

For the first time, I wondered if being sent to this place is too much for Kevy to deal with, but just as quickly as that morbid thought popped into my mind, I pushed it away. My baby was strong man, he is a fighter, and we will get through this somehow. No way can this be our reality.

I know I didn’t take the news well and I dwelled in a very dark place for weeks after his sentencing and that must have freaked him out to no end. I quickly realized that his well being is tied to mine and if I went to shit then my Kevy was going to fall apart as well and even more so because it’s deeply ingrained right down to his very soul that it was his job to take care of me emotionally, physically, and even spiritually.

I thanked the good Lord everyday for this man, and it was time for me to stand up and be strong for him. To fight for him as he has done for me more times than I can count. I had grand plans and with the aid of the money my mother left me, I am going to get the best attorney money can buy to fight this shitty case. Someone from the outside, someone who has nothing to do with that pompous corrupted City Commissioner and all his equally corrupted cronies.

Kevin and I had decided long ago that my mom’s insurance money was going to be put away to be used towards buying our first home, but right now his defense was way more important. We can live in a box for all I care, just as long as we were living in it together.

“Hey my Dilly.” He whispered into the phone and I had to bite the side of my tongue to keep myself from outright bawling at how broken he sounded.

“Hey baby, I must say that orange is not your color puddin’. I wish they would let you guys wear regular clothes. You look much nicer in those hot as hell muscle shirts you used to wear all the time honey love.” I babbled on like an idiot, but I hated seeing that haunted look on his face. He gave me one of his sexy one sided smirks, it was half hearted at best, but at least it was something.

“Baby, I want you to listen to what I have to say before you get angry and forbid me to do what I am going to do regardless of how much sense it makes. I am just informing you so that you are in the know. I am not arguing about this with you because I am doing this for us.”

Kevy’s eyes immediately shot back to mine and his posture went from his dejected slump to battle ready straight. I could have cheered like the head cheerleader of the New York Giants at the Super Bowl half time to see the spark of his fire burning in those gorgeous eyes once again.

“I have been researching lawyers, and I have a few appointments to present your case to the top recommended ones. These men are the Master’s in their field of criminal defense and better yet, none of them are affiliated with the City Council here but they do have wait is necessary to practice law in this state, so my visits next week aren’t going to be as frequent. I don’t want you to worry. We’ll rise above this and get you out of here baby.” I quickly stated and purposely made sure that I omitted to mention how much the quoted lawyer fees were for his case and how we were going to pay for it.

Sure as I knew my own name the next words out of his mouth were, “You know I refuse to ask my parents for any more money, so how do you suppose we pay for these top of the line lawyer’s and legal fees?”

There was no use hemming or hawing or even beating around the bush, so at the speed of light, I let the words rush from my mouth like verbal vomit. “I knew you don’t want us to use my savings, but it’s the only way to pay for the lawyers without stressing anyone for money or trying to get some kind of payment plan. To get you out of here, we need the best and the uncorrupted. That means the attorney is most likely going to have to hire someone to investigate the things your previous dick head of a lawyer overlooked and yada, yada. You are going to get out of here if it’s the last thing I do in my life. Now don’t argue with me Kevy baby, remember how much I love you and how much you love me.” I finished my little ranting session by batting my big blue eyes at him. That flirty little action usually works with my sweet boyfriend whenever I wanted to get my way.

Kevin sighed deeply while shaking his head in what I hoped was resignation. My baby knew all of my antics by now and he knew that when I get an idea in my head, I am like a rapid pit bull with a juicy meaty bone. I will refuse to let go until I achieved what I set out to do.

“Dilly, I was all set to tell you not to come back here. I was going to tell you to move on with your life, to go on and do all the things that we planned to do, but I’m a selfish bastard. I can’t let you go. If hiring one of those power attorney’s is what it’s going to take to get me out of here or at least get me a reduced sentence then thank you my love. Words…” He choked up and placed his big palm on the partition and I immediately leaned forward and placed my hand on the plexiglass over his, germs be damned. This was my man God Damn it, and I will move heaven and hell to get him out of this place.

Kevy and I just sat and talked about trivial things to lighten the somber mood for a little bit. I tried to make sure he was alright and I urging him to at least attempt to eat something when the big guard reappeared. He must of told Kevy that our visiting time was up, I couldn’t hear behind the glass, so I just watched the brief conversation take place. I mean the guard was so huge, I had to flip my bangs out of my face and crane my head all the way back to look up at the mountain of a man.

Gawd, I didn’t know that they came in that size. He had to be well over seven feet tall and almost as wide, but from what I can tell, his body mass was made up of solid muscle. His poor uniform shirt looked like it was screaming for help every time he shifted one of those meaty arms. I don’t care how big he is though, he better not be giving my baby a hard time.

Kevy turned back to me with true regret on his face and he mouthed, “I love you.” Before placing his hand on the glass once again and I mimicked his actions. I replaced the phone and pushed myself out of the uncomfortable plastic chair. I stood and watched Kevy walk away. They reached to door to go back to wherever they keep them in this place and he turned and waved at me again. Jesus, Hollywood should give me a fucking Academy Award as I gave him a one hundred megawatt smile and waved at him like I was going to see him in a couple hours instead of a couple of days.

The love of my life walked through the door and disappeared from my sight. The guard hung back though and he was staring at me with that weird look that people give you when they think that they know you from somewhere.

I didn’t forget how rough he was with my Kevy when he had pushed him into the chair earlier. So I rewarded Mr. No neck, big burly for his callous treatment of my love by sticking out my tongue at him while simultaneously flipping him off.

King Kong in there just smugly smirked at me before turning and ducking his colossal height under the door frame and disappeared from wherever it was he’d come from.

My shoulders and my smile immediately fell as I turned to make my way out of this place. I was so worried about my Kevy, he looked like he lost a few pounds. The food here was problably crap, then an idea struck me. I needed to find out who I needed to talk to about bringing my man some food when I visit, and with a renewed purpose to my step, I bounced off in the direction of the information desk.

The Devil…

I made the silent walk through the maze of hallways behind one of the new transfers as he returned to the cell block area after his scheduled visiting time. Miller was the kid’s name, Kevin Miller. I stopped and made sure the prisoner was securely behind the cell block bars before turning away and making my way to my office.

I quickly unlocked the door and picked up the remote control and pointed it to power up the wall of security monitors gracing the far wall of my office. I took a seat behind my desk and flipped through the different cameras in the visiting center until I located that little blonde spitfire. The boss was surely going to be interested in this turn of events. I picked up the phone and used my secure line to call the big boss man upstairs.

“Warden.” The deep gravelly voice barked as the man himself answered his private line.

“Boss man, turn on your monitors and flip to camera three in the visitors center. There is someone there I think you will be very interested to see.” I responded and waited patiently for him to see the petite little ball of trouble I was talking about.

I heard the quiet gasp a second before that powerful voice boomed in my ear, “What the fuck is he doing here?” The biggest baddest Warden to ever walk the halls of Hudson Correctional Institute barked the question at me and even I couldn’t help but wince at the power radiating in his voice.

I drew a deep breath before replying, “As it seems boss, he came to visit one of the new inmates. A young man by the name of Kevin Miller, transferred from county about a month and a half ago. It looks like they are in a relationship, Sir.”

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention Michaels. I want you to keep an eye on this Taylor Boy for me, make sure that no one even looks in his direction the wrong way until I find out more about this surprising turn of events.”

I only managed a quick, “Yes Sir,” a second before the boss man disconnected the call. Hell, can already feel it, this situation is going to get interesting real quick.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

(Alexander Marushin my idea of The Devil)

I was taking a hiatus from posting, but I had someone very special contact via my Facebook today and I want to dedicate this chapter to her, so NaughtiCupCake, this one is for you, xoxo Dianna*

Assimilating to life in prison was weirder than anything I have ever experienced before. After Dilly’s visit a few days ago, it seemed to have gotten weirder. First thing, the second bed in my room was removed, so I assumed that I wasn’t going to be getting a bunk mate anytime soon. The second thing was that everyone that had come in with me have all been assigned to the shittiest jobs this place had to offer. From what I have heard, it’s a right of passage as the, “Fresh meat,” so to speak that you either endured the menial and sometimes downright disgusting jobs or be forced to do them anyway. It was just that simple.

Me, on the other hand, I was given what is considered a top tier job function as the cook’s helper, which meant I peeled potatoes, stirred the heavy duty pots, carried food from the pantry and as a perk I got to eat my pick of the choicest portions before they are put out on the line to feed the masses. It was a prime assignment for me and let me tell you, the food that the prisoners received and the food that was prepared for the guards come from two very different menus.

If the prisoners got mass produced shepherds pie, and the guards got hearty steak and mashed potatoes. If the inmates got spaghetti with meat flavored sauce, then the guards got juicy meatballs the size of your fists and loads of spaghetti drenched in real mozzarella cheese, and guess who gets to eat off the guard’s menu because they’re the chef’s helper, me that’s who. I’ve quickly gained back the weight I’ve lost and if I’m not careful I will gain much more if I didn’t make use of the gym here.

Untying my apron, I stretched the kinks out of my back. As much as the special treatment rocks, it sucked also. I’ve quickly come to realize that with all the extra privileges either due to luck or for whatever reason I curried favor from someone somewhere, there is also equal amounts of jealousy from those who feel that I must be giving my ass up to someone up high in the prison hierarchy. They assumed I didn’t seem to have an inmate, “Daddy,” laying claim to me then I must be kissing the guards assess. A crime worse than anything anyone one in here can commit, because you are telling your fellow inmates that they are not good enough for you to give the time of day or offer your favors.

In the past few days, I’ve kept my head down and refrained from making eye contact with anyone, but it seems that the others were going out of their way to make contact with me whether I liked it or not. Especially a six man crew run by a larger than life latino man they called, “Papito.” A huge mother fucker covered with ink all over his gigantic body, not only did he seem to run shit with the other inmates, he had a bevy of beautiful boys falling all over themselves to gladly present him with their favors for whatever contraband Papi can get them.

Anything you wanted from cigarettes to liquor, Papi’s crew can get it for you for a price, which was usually a pound or more of flesh. There was one particular member of the crew Javier, a big mean looking motherfucker that for some reason has become my new admirer slash tormentor, and I made sure as hell that I didn’t wander anywhere in this place by myself if I can help it. It also helped that everywhere I turned, I seemed to run into the Devil. I had a feeling the big fucker was watching me for a reason, but I damned sure wasn’t going to complain about it because everyone scattered like roaches whenever he set foot on the cell block, all except Papi himself of course. The big fucker just nodded in the Devil’s direction and continued to Lord over his minions.

Tonight though, I was running a little behind schedule due to all the damn pans cook had me scrubbing, and damned if all that melted cheese didn’t prove harder than hell to scrub off the baking sheets. So now, I was rushing back to the cell block to grab my shower before I was the only one left to bathe before lockdown. Trust me, that is not a good thing, especially if you get caught butt naked and all on lonesome. I’d rather go to bed smelling like day old cooking grease than get caught in that situation.

My anxiety level spiked as I climbed the stairs leading to the upper passageway to my cell block’s common room that some of the inmates have labeled the alley. It was a hallway that led to some storage rooms, it was also said that the security cameras didn’t cover most of the hallway and if someone wanted to take what wasn’t offered freely, they usually lured their prey down this hallway and into one of those rooms. Why it was still accessible, I had no idea, but the big ass camera at the entrance of the passageway should deter anyone from doing something to someone else, or at least I hoped so.

I quickened my pace past said hallway and scurried as far away from as I could. I turned the last corner finally reaching the home stretch towards my cell and I went to breathe a sigh of

relief as I stepped over the threshold to my allotted area. Instead, all the breath rushed out of my body instead as I skidded to an immediate halt and warily eyed the two occupants in the room. I thought the Devil was the biggest dude I have ever seen, but the ginormous blonde man standing beside my bed with his arms clasped behind his back as he studied me, he eclipsed the Devil by at least a foot both vertically and horizontally.

Jesus Christ, the man stood tall and he regarded me with icy blue eyes. I fought the urge not to squirm under his piercing arctic gaze. The man shifted and turned that intimidating gaze towards the Devil who was leaning casually against the wall where the other bed had been. I couldn’t help the shiver of fear that coursed down my spine.

For some reason the man reminded me of a dangerous predator, a keen killer that would, and could, end your life with one wicked strike of his massive arm. The power radiating off the man was unmistakable and damned if my curiosity didn’t get the better of me. The filter between my brain and my mouth suddenly vanished. “May I help you?” I blurted out and could have slapped myself the minute the words tumbled out of my mouth.

One blonde brow arched and I tilted my head and really studied the larger than life person in front of me. Something about his facial expression seemed so familiar to me, but I know for a fact I have never laid eyes on this man before. I would damn sure remember if I had. Again that intense glare flicked from my face and back to the head guard. “Let him get cleaned up, then I want him in my office ASAP.” His deep rich baritone declared and I literally stumbled out of the way as the man glided out of the cell. He was immediately flanked by two guards that seemed to have materialized out of nowhere as he headed back from wherever he came from.

The Devil smirked at the confusion that must have been written all over my face. “You heard the Warden, hurry up and shower so I can take you upstairs.” He said as he plopped his bulk into one of the chairs at the tiny table. He made the piece of furniture look like it belonged to a toddler. You know those table and chairs you would see in a kindergarten class, scaled to size for the little ones.

“Oh shit, why does the Warden want to talk to me. I didn’t do anything I wasn’t supposed to be doing. At least I don’t think so.” I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and frantically

began to pace the small area between the bed and the opposite wall wondering and worrying about what that big intimidating motherfucker wanted from me.

“Calm down boy and get your ass in the shower before it clears out in there. Your questions will be answered in a little while.” The guard tossed me my towel off the bed and I took the hint. I grabbed the rest of my stuff and made tracks for the shower. My mind was furiously working but I still came up stumped as to what the Warden wanted with me. Life on the inside of this institution was completely different from life on the outside world. I’m certainly beginning to realize that little fact.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I entered the locker room style shower and it was still pretty much full of inmates all in different states of undress or they were already showering. Again, I chose a spot as close to the door as possible, faced the wall and quickly stripped, and handled my business. I was in the process of rinsing off when the guys on either side of me quickly slapped their shower heads off and scurried away.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up on edge and I closed my eyes and gathered my strength before turning my head to see who or what had sent everyone around me running for the hills. In the short time that I had lathered myself up, the room had cleared out and almost empty. Javier and another one of his evil looking cronies from Papito’s crew was standing there wearing nothing but a thin towel riding low on his waist and lascivious smiles. I refused to let my eyes travel any lower than his massive chest just in case the fucker thinks I’m checking him out.

I made my features as uninterested and as bland as I possibly could and I regarded them for a second, and without a word said between us, I turned back to face the wall and calmly ignored their presence the best I could. I tried to keep my hand steady as I turned off the water and grabbed my towel, but that was as far as I got before the threadbare piece of material was yanked out of my hand and I suddenly found myself pinned with my back against the cold wet tile behind me.

Javier pressed his bulk against me, holding me securely in place crushed against the wall. My heart rate spiked and fear clouded my brain when I felt his thick fingers wrap around my junk and immediately, I went completely still. I refused to give him the satisfaction of wriggling and squirming to try break out of his restricting grasp. That would no doubt turn the asshole on

even more than he was already. I could feel his fully hardened cock pressing against my hip and bile churned in my stomach. This was a fucking nightmare come true…I tried to keep a clear head but panic was slowly creeping in around the edges of my consciousness, taking me over, and it took all that I had to keep up a brave front.

“Hmm…Carino, I finally got you where I want you.” He smoke roughened voice whispered in my ear while his thick fingers tightened around my limp member and he painfully squeezed the length of my shaft.

“Let me go, please. I’m not interested. Thank you.” I tried the civil approach, extremely proud that my voice didn’t waver although I was shaking like a fucking leaf on the inside.

Javier just threw his head back, let a deep rumbling belly laugh, and pushed himself even more firmly against me. “Listen to you, so fucking polite.” He cackled for another second then his expression turned as cold as ice. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re interested or not, and after tonight this tight culo here is going to belong to me and only me, you’ll be my puta.”

I fully understood what that specific word meant, and to be honest, this fucker is going to have to kill me before I willing give him my ass and become his bitch. Javier gave my shaft another painful tug and a vomit inducing squeeze. My stomach boiled with disgust as the son of a bitch licked a wet trail up the side of my face. I almost gagged at the smell of onions on his breath. His companion was obscenely rubbing his more than obvious erection underneath his towel as he watched his friend molest me.

My mind whirled as I tried to think of some way to get away from these assholes. The Devil was waiting for me in my cell which was too far away for him to hear me if I screamed. Then the thought hit me, and I acted upon it. I turned my attention to the fucking prick and smiled invitingly at him. I watched his lurid gaze heat up even more and the torturous choke hold he had on my dick eased up a bit.

“That’s right bambino, cooperate with me and it will be so much better for you.” He crooned and he did just what I wanted him to do. He eased back a little from me and I raised my hands to rub over his solid pecs, then quick as a flash I swung my knee up right up into his naked balls, Javier cried out in pain and doubled over cradling his abused nuts. I pushed him back into

his surprised friend and made an attempt to get myself out the shower room door naked or not, but I didn’t get far.

A grunt of pain burst past my lips as someone grabbed a fistful of my hair at the back of my head and roughly yanked me backwards. I lost my balance and hit the floor like a tons of bricks. Tears pooled in my eyes from the impact of my tailbone ingloriously meeting the unforgiving floor, but despite the pain I had the wherewithal to immediately curl myself into a ball and cover my head to protect myself from the angry blows that was sure to come.

Instead of pummeling fists, all I heard was someone shouting, “you fucking idiots,” before there was the unmistakable thud of a heavy fist meeting bone, another grunt of pain, and the loud thump of a body forcefully hitting the floor immediately followed by the sound of wet feet scurrying across equally wet concrete.

“Get the fuck up and get the out of here, come near this one again, and your fucking days here are numbered, and I’m going to make sure that Papi hears about this shit.” I heard the Devil growl at my tormentors and I almost pissed myself in relief. Gawd, this is some fucked up shit.

There was the sound of more scrambling and shuffling of feet, then the swoosh of the door opening and closing, but I just remained curled up on the floor in a fetal position. I just wanted to become invisible. I wasn’t going to survive in here. What the hell was I thinking, giving myself hope that I’d get out to see the world again, that I’ll get to be the man Dilly needs. Hell, I couldn’t even fight to keep my own ass intact. I wanted to sob at the whole unfairness of it all, but what good will that do.

I couldn’t help the sudden jolt of fear my body gave when I felt something thrown over my trembling form. I turned my head and looked up into the Devil’s stoic face. He held a big hand out to me and I slowly placed my much smaller hand in his. For a big guy he was surprising gentle as he helped me to my feet.

“Sorry ’bout that.” He gruffly mumbled and I just shook my head and quickly used the towel he had draped over me to dry myself. I tried to rub some warmth back into my freezing limbs at the same time. Words were beyond me at the moment with my emotions threatening to choke me. I kept my back to the quiet guard and dressed as quickly as I possibly could. My mind was numb and I no longer cared about what the Warden wanted with me. All I wanted right

about now was to go back to my cell and curl up under the blankets and pray that when I wake up I’ll be in my own bed and all of this was some kind of fucked up nightmare.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Kevin…

(Charlie Hunnam as my idea of the Warden)

I kept my eyes on the Devil’s broad back as he escorted me through the labyrinth of corridors until we reached an elevator. Wow, I didn’t even know there was an elevator in this building at all. There were no buttons to call the lift and I watched as he swiped his ID badge on the card reader. I heard a ding and then the grinding sound of the elevator moving. The aftermath of Javier’s attack had numbed most of my senses, but I could still feel my anxiety levels as they slowly started ramping up like a pack of wild horses getting ready to bolt at any minute.

The lift arrived and with another ding, the doors swooshed open, and the Devil waved me into the car. The doors closed and the car began it’s rise, carrying us upwards to the head man himself. The elevator came to a smooth stop and my pulse pounded away and my palms became clammy with nervous sweat. I had to rub then down the side of my pants while following the guard’s behemoth shoulders down another length of hallway, but this one was so much different from the gray concrete walls, and the tiled pale green floors downstairs. I had to blink several times to make sure I was still in the same building.

One would have thought you were walking into the posh executive offices in some fancy designer skyscraper somewhere in the heart of the city. The walls were painted silky white with pictures depicting colorful scenes of nature’s brilliant waterfalls and blooming forests. The floor wasn’t covered with puke inducing tile, but a plush deep navy blue carpeting that cushioned your every step. Also, there were lush potted plants lining the walls. The big guard came to a stop in front of a set of huge dark wood double doors, he knocked once and entered the room. The Devil’s big paw waved me into the room.

I drew in a deep fortifying breath to calm my nerves and I stepped over the threshold and into the room. The first thing I saw was an older looking woman sitting behind what I assumed was the secretary’s desk, she looked up at us and she actually smiled, and the gesture transformed her features completely. She was very pretty in a matronly kind of way, “go right on in Michael, he’s waiting for the both of you. Hello, Mr. Miller, I am Rosemarie, the Warden’s Administrative

Assistant, nice to meet you.“ The woman rose from behind her desk and shook my hand like I was some visiting CEO instead of an inmate.

I just nodded my head and smiled politely at the woman for I didn’t have a clue how to respond to her while trying to process all the various emotions I was experiencing in such a short span of time. Michael a.ka. the Devil wished the smiling woman goodnight as she threw her purse on her shoulder and made her way out of the room.

Once she was gone, he turned and headed towards another wide set of doors on the other side of the room and I trudged warily behind him. He tapped on the door and I heard a gruff, “enter” and the guard opened one side of the double panels and escorted me inside. I squeezed past his bulk in the doorway, stepped into the room, and I took one look at the multitude of pictures covering almost every available surface of the walls and stopped dead in my tracks.

My heart dropped into my stomach as I looked at the almost wall to wall photos of Dilly. I knew my mouth was hanging wide open as I turned almost three hundred and sixty degrees and studied all the photos of the love of my life. Picture after picture ranging from infancy right up until he took his walk across the stage for his graduation and pinning ceremony.

There was movement in my peripheral vision and my eyes flashed to the tall figure as he stood and buttoned his designer jacket. The Warden stepped around his massive desk and stood there studying me, like he was waiting for me to take it all in. My mouth flapped open and closed as I tried to gather myself and my scattered neurons enough to ask this man the now blatantly obvious question, now I knew why his features seemed so familiar to me. This big powerful looking man had to be related to my Dilly. Dare I pray that he is an uncle or cousin, and not who I really think he is, my little love’s missing in action father.

“Please have a seat Mr. Miller.” That whiskey smooth voice quietly commanded and I found myself still in a state of shock, but I still managed to obediently lower my ass into the closest chair.

“I am sure you’ve already have put two and two together. We have both share an interest in a very special person. Yes, Dillon Anderson is my son, and before you jump to conclusions and piss me off. It was Dillon’s mother’s idea for me to remain in the very far background of his life. She was a Nurse in this very facility years ago when I held Michael’s position as captain of

the guards and right hand man to the previous Warden here. Needless to say, she was a very beautiful woman and we had a brief affair. She became pregnant with Dillon and she removed herself from the equation because I was a married man at the time with a pregnant wife at home.“ He paused and those arctic blue eyes turned away from me as he sighed heavily and looked out the window.

He turned back and pinned me with those familiar blue eyes. “Despite my protests, she decided to move away and have my son on her own. The only contact she would allow was a financial one. You see the life I have lead and continue to lead is very cut throat and she didn’t want my baby boy to have anything to do with what she has witnessed first hand while she was working here. So, I respected her wishes especially after my wife and child were targeted by some bad people, their boss was an inmate at the time, and I had refused to be bribed in giving him messages from his street syndicate.”

“His people on the outside had retaliated and managed to run my wife off the road killing one evening when she was coming home from work. The resulting accident had killed her as well as my unborn child. I want you to knowing this, even if they had survived, I would’ve of still made sure that Dillon wanted for nothing. No matter how much I wanted to be a part of his life, after that accident, I feared for the life of my son and I made sure that no one could possibly link his name to mine. I have enemies, powerful ones both in and out the criminal world, and I think that you are a victim of one of those spineless bastards.”

You could have knocked me over with a damn feather. If I heard this man correctly, he’s Dillon’s father who chose to stay out of Dilly’s life to keep him safe from whatever bullshit he is involved in, and whomever his enemies are. The same enemies who may have manipulated the system and caused me to be locked up in here the remainder of my young life. My mind spun like an out of control children’s toy top as I tried to come to terms with this new information.

“I…I don’t know what to say…I don’t know what to…”

“It’s okay son, listen. What I am going to tell you does not leave this room. Being a man in charge of a prison housing everyone from motorcycle club members, drug dealers, mafia lords, and the other dregs of human society, I am not always a popular person when I don’t bend over and let them fuck me for money, drugs, or favors for their crew members. So some of these

crime families and etc. would dearly love to see me keel over and die so that they can put someone on their payroll in my place, and if that happens, this place would become a crime hub so vast and so connected, that no law enforcement agency can ever hope to contain it.“

“It is literally a jungle in here, and I am the King of the jungle so to speak, and I am wearing the biggest target on my back for trying my best not to have this place become central station for the various crime bosses. I will always have a target on my back, that’s why I have people like Michael here as well as my other trusted guards literally glued to my side.”

“That’s why I have kept my distance from my own son. I have always kept tabs on him to make sure that he has what he needs and to make sure he’s safe. Now, I find out that you went into some kind of rage with all that unstable aggression you carry around and that you managed to kill the son of one the most corrupted bastards to ever to hold a seat in this City’s Government. You were railroaded by said asshole and sent to prison, leaving my son to have to come into this God forsaken place to see you. So son, you better tell me what really happened that night.” He demanded as he leaned back on his desk and folded his arms over his wide chest.

I stared back at the man and rubbed my sweaty palms over the thin cotton material of my prison uniform once again. I opened my mouth and started telling my tale. I told him everything from beginning to end. I watched those cerulean orbs glow with barely contained rage the further and further I got into the story. I told him all about the jock’s bullying us from our freshman year right up until that fateful night of the incident.

I told him about the asshole threatening to rape my Dilly and the haze of fury that took over my actions. I shared how I couldn’t recall anything beyond getting away from the two thugs that were trying to pin me to the wall so that I can watch that fucker make good on his promise about hurting the love of my life, and that I was told by the arresting officers what had occurred when they threw into the back of their cruiser.

“You have always been overprotective of my boy, ever since the day you met him and for that I thank you. The only thing I have a problem with is your aggression issues. Until I can figure out a way to sort through this mess. I want you to stall my son because I know he is actively seeking a lawyer to take your case. I want you to talk to someone about your hair trigger anger and I think I know just the team that might be able to help you. What you did that night

was not murder, it was an act to protect yourself and your lover from harm. You shouldn’t be punished for that. Hell, you can’t even remember if you were the one to actually bash the kids head into the concrete.“ He exclaimed and the Devil chuckled in the corner and went back to tapping away on his phone.

“Fine, I’ll agree to all of that if you agree to something too.” I boldly stated and the man arched one blonde brow at me.

“I need for you to at least meet with Dillon, tell him who you are and why you stayed away, please. All his life he has repeatedly asked his mother about who you are and why you didn’t want them. She would only tell him that you were someone important and it’s safer if they stayed away from you. In his mind though, he has always felt that he wasn’t good enough for you. You need to find a way to change that.” I pleaded with the big man. I really didn’t care if he locked me up in the farthest reaches of this asylum for my forwardness or not, but I can’t not try to heal that part of my baby’s life knowing who his father is and keeping that information from him would literally kill me.

The big man sat there and glared at me for a minute, then he gave me a slight nod of his head. “Fine, I will try my best to make Dillon understand my reasons for staying away. Until then, you stay out of trouble, keep your head down, steer clear of the multiple crews, and for the love of God, curb that frigging temper.” He warned as he reclaimed his seat behind his desk.

“Michael here will be discreetly shadowing your every move most days, but shit happens in here and it can go down real quick, be careful and be aware of those around you at all times. I already know about Javier’s attempt to fuck you in the shower tonight and trust me, he will wake up in solitary by morning after Papi get’s through with him. He will remain there until I’m in a generous mood which is next to never. Now go on, get some sleep. I’ll let you know what I find and who I can get to handle things for ya’ll.”

The devil rose to his feet and stuffed his phone back onto his belt. I gave the Warden a stiff nod of my head and quietly followed the giant back the way we came. Damn, this is too much. How the hell I am supposed to approach Dilly about this? Damn all the rest of that shit, my baby is not going to react well to this at all. “Fuck my life.” I thought as my cell doors

clanged closed behind me. The Devil gave me a two finger salute before disappearing like an apparition down the darkened hallway.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

We all remember Dr. Royce Covington-Carmichael, depicted by the ever gorgeous Matt Bomer)

Kevin…

Well life in the inside had become very interesting ever since I had my little pow wow with the Warden a few days ago. True to his word, I heard that the Devil, along with a few guards, literally dragged Javier right out of his bunk in nothing but his boxers on his bruised body as he kicked and screamed all the way to solitary lock up. The word that was going around was that Javier had pissed off Papi something bad, and the crew had beaten the living shit out of him after Papi cut him off completely. As for the other guy that was in the shower room with Javier, he had disappeared off the cell block as well. One minute he was there and the next he wasn’t, his cell was barren and bare as if he had never been there.

Nothing was mentioned about my run in with Javier, and considering he and his friend was out of my hair for the moment, I should be able to breathe a little easier, but that wasn’t the case. The Warden did warn me, and now I see it for myself. You cut out one bad weed and another quickly grows back in it’s place. This time it was in the form of a nasty looking big burly bear of a man from another crew. I feel like I must have a fucking target on my back or a sign that says, “come fuck with me, I need my ass reamed by a depraved horny prisoner.”

I was once again reduced to looking over my shoulder and avoiding dark hallways even with the Devil shadowing me from time to time. Hell, I was even scared to shower and I knew I was being a big damn baby, but fuck, this shit was getting real. Then to add to my problems Papito himself has been sending me weird signals. Every time we were within eyesight of each other. He would give me a head nod while those razor sharp brown eyes watched my every move. Especially when I had the Devil shadowing my every move. I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that I am now that I landed on Papi’s radar.

It was hard for me to find or have any kind of hope in this place when you have to constantly be on your guard like this, and I’m supposed to be in here for twenty-five years before the powers that be will even look at me to see if I am eligible to get out of this shithole. I already knew for a fact that I wouldn’t last that long in here. No way will I be able to live under this kind of stress. Every morning I open my eyes and realize that this is my fucking relaity and not some God awful dream just sucked the life out of me even more, and it was beginning to piss me off to no end.

Everyday I have to outsmart and find ways to dodge the big hairy dude, or try not to freak out when Papi suddenly pops out of nowhere to watch me like a hawk. Hell, even taking a piss or a shower anywhere in this place while praying that today is not the day I have to fight to keep my goddamned virtue intact only made the fury simmering just under my skin threaten to boil over. I could feel it like a living breathing blanket undulating, waiting just to break free and for the first time in my life. I feared it. I know that over the years Dilly has repeatedly told me that I needed to find a way to let out my emotions and that I needed to stop bottling everything up.

My baby tried to make me understand that my piss poor anger management stemmed from my own issues with my mother, the level of disinterest she showed in me, and her stubborn refusal to leave my bastard of a father.

So, Dilly and I have always argued that point, why would I feel anything, even pent up emotions for a woman I no longer sympathize with. I’ve always thought what he was talking about in regards to her was rubbish, and I still do. What I do know, is that right now, this entire situation is going to come to a head and I don’t know what to do about it.

“Miller!” Someone barked my name almost directly into my ear and I jumped, turning my head to see who it was and what they wanted. I blinked a few times trying to get my bearings only to see cook looking at me like I lost my mind.

“Pay attention boy, serve these hungry men so I can clean up and go home already.” The portly man barked out and I looked up to see that there was a line of grumbling inmates in front of me.

I shook off the last of my disgruntled thoughts and quickly began serving the hungry men as the shuffled down the serving line. I had just plopped down a spoonful of mac and cheese onto a metal tray when a meaty wrist reached over the partition and snagged my wrist in an iron tight grip. My eyes shot up into the cold calculated gaze of none other than that fucking bear. No sooner did I open my mouth to tell him to take his hands off me, I heard a smooth deep rumble coming from behind the big man. “I suggest you let him go Bull before Diablo sees you.”

The big man’s heated gaze never wavered away from mine when he snapped. “Fuck you Papi, and fuck the Devil too. I do what I fucking want, with whom I want, and whenever I want.”

“Not this one, mi amigo. I promise you that, and don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Papi sing-songed before he stepped to the side. I caught a glimpse of the Devil making his way into the lunchroom. The big man took one look in my direction before his lips set themselves in a grim line and he started making his way over. I watched the inmates scatter out of his way, a path opening like Moses parting the Red Sea for him and another huge no neck guard named Samson or Simon or something to that effect.

The line behind big hairy disappeared as well and even his own crew looked like they wanted to be anywhere other than here at the moment. Bull was too busy staring at me like a was a side of USDA prime beef to notice how quiet the entire lunch room had become. I remained absolutely still and I willed my facial features to remain as bland as possible. I almost bit my tongue in half with my effort to keep my temper in check and not lash out at huge motherfucker. I so wanted to sink this fucking metal spoon right in the middle of his ugly face. I was almost trembling with the need to do it.

“Can you tell me why you’ve got your hands on another inmate, Bull?” The Devil’s menacing voice whispered right into Bull’s ear and the fucker actually jumped before turning his head and frowning at the head guard.

“Why the fuck do you care?” The man blustered at the Devil and he still didn’t let go of my hand.

The guard brought out an evil looking black Baton stick from behind his back and tapped the man’s thick wrist none to gently. “You don’t worry about that, let him go now.”

The man named Bull slowly released my hand like a lover caressing your palm before departing and it took all that I had not to cringe in his face. He had the audacity to blow me a kiss before turning and flicking the Devil off before stomping out of the lunchroom with his minions behind him like line of obedient ducklings.

I turned my pissed off gaze to the guard and I went to open my mouth to give him a piece of my fucking mind when he pointed the Baton right in my face.

“Not here.” Was the only thing he said to me. He pinned me with another meaningful look and then he just leisurely walked away. Papi raised one curved eyebrow at me before he too turned and walked away.

After spending the next few hours stewing in my own rage while I finished serving the men and helping cook with clean up. I was strung so tight that I was sure that a stiff breeze could snap me in two. I almost shredded my apron to pieces as I tore it off my body and threw it in it’s designated laundry bin. I barely had it in me to wave goodnight to the others before I shot out of the kitchen and into the hallway that would lead me back to my cell. I didn’t even bother to look around for my usual shadows. I set off at a brisk pace keeping my eyes glued to the ground in front of me. I just wanted a take a shower and go to my bed. Dilly was due to visit me tomorrow and I was going to needs my wits about me to explain to him about his dear old Dad upstairs.

I foot barely touched the top step of the upper stairway leading to my cell block, when a pair of thick arms wrapped around my chest, a beefy hand clamped over my mouth, and I was pushed and dragged into the fucking alley of all places. That’s when it happened, that’s when my brain said enough, and the lid blew off my violently boiling pot of pent up fury. My vision went red and I dug my heels in and elbowed whomever it was behind me hard enough in the ribs for them to let me go. I quickly spun around and I blindly swung, kicked, and fought anyone and anything that came close to me.

All the rage that I had tried my best to contain over the past couple of weeks gushed and leaked like puss out of a festering wound. If you asked me what had happened in that hallway, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. The only memory I had was of people shouting at me, telling me to calm the fuck down. I felt hands trying to restrain me only for me to buck and bite like I was some kind of wild animal. The last thing I remembered before my world went dark, is the sight of the Devil’s big shoulders parting through the gathered crowd.

The Warden himself had stepped into the melee. People scattered out of his way as the big man called for me to calm down, but I refused to listen, then I had watched wide eyed as a fist the size of my head came flying. It headed straight for my face and I had no time try to deflect the blow. My jaw exploded in a burst of unbearable pain before the lights suddenly winked out and my world went completely black.

My senses slowly came back online one by one, the first was my hearing, there was a slight tapping sound like someone typing on a keyboard. Then it was my sense of touch, my entire body felt heavy like it was weighed down and the most minute of movements took all of my concentration. I was finally able to open my eyes and I blinked a few times trying to bring the darkened room into focus.

The first thing that my mind registered was the fact that I seemed to be in some kind of medical area. Everything from the walls to the sheets were pristine, almost mind numbing white. I let my head roll heavily on my pillow and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of Papi sitting in the corner. He wasn’t alone and I thought that I must have taken a good hit to the head, or I have finally lost my mind. Papi sitting with his back to the room. He was sitting astride the Devil’s muscular thigh and he seemed to be fussing and crooning over a cut on the head guards face. The Devil’s big hands were planted firmly on Papi’s ass while he smiled indulgently at the fussing inmate.

“Fuck, I must be in an alternate universe.” My befuddled brain thought. That was until the Warden’s face popped up right in front of mine and I gasped and nearly fell off the bed I was lying on.

“Like I said, piss poor temper son.” He whispered while shaking his head at me.

“What happened?” I croaked out the question, my throat felt as dry as the Sahara Desert.

“I wasn’t there. I was only told of the events leading to the Warden here to calling me at home, dragging me out of my bed, and away from my husband to come and handle your little break from reality.” A man’s even toned yet soothing voice said from behind the massive wall of the Warden’s wide shoulders.

The Warden leaned up and stepped aside to reveal and stunningly handsome man. Everything about him was perfect. He didn’t have a hair out of place and he was immaculately dressed from head to toe. Extremely impressive for someone who had been called out in the middle of the night. The good looking man pushed his designer glasses up on his nose and held out his hand to me.

“Hello, Mr. Miller. I am Dr. Royce Covington-Carmichael, the psychiatrist on call for all you wonderful men in this fine facility.” He brightly introduced himself and I didn’t know how to take his effervescent personality at all.

I just blinked at the man willing my heavy lids to stay open. I needed to know what happened in the alley. The only other time I blocked out events like what happened tonight was the night I killed Josh. My body started to shake, I didn’t like it. I didn’t like not knowing whole portions or minutes of my life like that. I don’t like the fact that I don’t know what I did and to whom. My breath stuttered out my lungs and my heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest. I kicked off the blanket and went to sit up but heavy hands clamped onto my shoulders and I was pressed back down into the bed.

“Listen to my voice Kevin, listen to me and breathe. I can’t sedate you anymore than you already have been. Breathe in through your mouth and blow it out through your nose. Come on, focus on the sound of my voice.” The doctor’s voice was almost hypnotic in it’s cadence and tone and I had no choice but to listen to what the man was saying.

My heart rate slowed down and I could finally draw a breath as I continued to deep breath like the doctor instructed. Finally, after a few minutes I was calming down again.

“There, that’s much better. Well, the first thing I can tell you is that you are stressed out beyond belief. The next thing, is that you have moderate to severe anger issues and when you are pushed enough you will retaliate and act out on sheer fury alone. It’s like the emotion takes over your cognizant function and you disassociate yourself from your actions. Not good young man, but it may be good enough excuse to get you the Hell out of this place and into my caring hands for treatment.” He smiled at me and again I didn’t know how to take this man. I just blinked at him like I was a moron.

The doctor patted me on the shoulder, “this may be too much information for you to take in tonight as heavily sedated as you are. Go to sleep, you will be meeting my husband tomorrow sometime in the afternoon, if I am free I will come along with him and we will pick up this conversation again.”

He turned to the Warden. “Matthias as always It’s been fun. Let him sleep it off right here, put a guard at the door or do whatever you need to make sure he is safe. Isaac should be out of court by noon and here by two, then he can meet with this young man and his significant other. I left another dose of medicine if he should need it.”

“Thanks for coming out on such short notice Royce, I never seen anything like it, the boy went nuts. He put a serious beat down on Bully and three of his gang members all with this vacant look on his face. It was damn near something to see.” The Warden stated as I continued to float on my sea of sedation. I drifted off and I could no longer lift my eyelids. I heard nothing more of the conversation as I gave myself over to sleep. I would have to wait until morning to get my answers, I had no other choice at the moment.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Dillon….

(Matthias, the Warden’s office)

For some reason Kevin had refused to explain to me over the phone why he wanted me to wait until after my visit today before I started hunting for an able attorney to handle his case. He had been very adamant about it. I emptied my pockets of my loose change, my wallet, and my cell phone. I placed them in the heavy brown envelope provided to hold the visitors belongings, and I signed the property receipt after handing my possessions over to the guard behind the x ray monitors. I watched as he tore of the stub of the form and place my things in a locker behind him and locked it.

He handed me the ticket stub to retrieve my things later on when it was time for me to leave my man and this dreary place. Just the thought going home alone was threatening to send me spiraling into the greedy depths of depression, but I stood firm and refused to let my emotions get the best of me. Kevin was depending on me and I was more than ready to fight to the bitter end for my baby, to clear his name, and to get him out of here.

I stepped through the body scanner and once I cleared the machine I abruptly came nose to chest, and I mean a humongous chest right in front of me. I tilted my head all the way back because I had to in order to look up into the very handsome but stoic face of the behemoth in front of me. Sweet baby Jesus, if I wasn’t taken I would climb this big daddy in uniform like a tree and rub myself all over those thick muscles. I have my Kevy though and he was perfect for me. I chanted that phrase in my head as I watched those perfectly sculpted lips curve up into a knowing smile.

My head snapped up when the gorgeous giant’s voice rumbled out of his chest like thunder. I was surprised when he addressed me by my name. “Mr. Anderson, if you will please come with me.”

“Umm…Why?” I asked as I placed my hand on my hip and popped my pelvis to the side. Where was this man trying to take me, I came to see my boo and I’ll be damned if they are going to keep me from him, I miss him like crazy.

The big man bent at his waist so that his handsome face was just mere inches from mine. My eyebrows shot up and I swore I heard my knees knocking together making a hollow sound like someone banging two coconut shells against one another.

“You will be meeting Mr. Miller upstairs today instead of in the visitation room.” He quietly explained and I felt my heart flutter with excitement in my chest.

Oh gosh, I hope we weren’t going to be separated by any partitions wherever this massive guard was getting ready to take me. Not being able to touch Kevy or even hearing his voice without a static filled headset as our only way of verbal communication would be pure heaven right about now.

I all but jumped on the man’s back and told him to mush. “Okay then, lead the way.” I chirped instead and I gallantly waved my arm forward signaling for him to get this show on the road.

Big and beautiful just smirked at me once again before he turned and I followed those massive shoulders down a series of confusing hallways, up a length of stairs until we arrived at a single elevator. I must say I felt like I was now fully immersed in one of those horror movies. You know the one where the unsuspecting kid is lured into the bowels of some grungy building only to wake up confused, groggy, and chained up in a white tiled room with strangers trussed up in similar fashion, and the only way to get free is to cut off your own hand off with a rusty hacksaw.

I shuddered at the direction my thoughts decided to take me but I got on the elevator anyway, and I prayed the lift will hold under this one’s gargantuan frame. Surprisingly enough the lift smoothly ferried us upwards without even so much a sound of protest. After a few seconds the doors slid open and I had to blink at the sheer opulence of this floor in contrast to the dull bareness of the décor downstairs. At least my heart felt lighter that I wasn’t being led into some kind of torture chamber, not with these posh surroundings.

We continued down the carpeted hallway until we arrived a set of double doors and my eyes went wide. On the dark wood paneling gold letters labeled the space behind the door as the Warden’s office. The name Mattias Larsen was also embellished beneath the title, so I am assuming that was the man’s name. My mind was spinning. Why was I up here in the first place? What would the Warden of this Correctional facility want with little ole me?

Big Burley opened the door and indicated with a sweep of his arm for me to enter the room. I gave him one apprehensive glance before I tentatively stepped over the threshold and into the office space. There was a barely concealed squeal from the woman behind the desk and the next thing I knew, I was wrapped up tight in a strong pair of arms and my face was pressed into a very ample bosom that smelled of vanilla and honey. I was swung from side to side in an exuberant hug. I almost felt like my teeth were going to rattle right out of my head.

I tried to catch my bearings as I was thrust away from the person’s body, but held at an arm’s length as I greedily gulped oxygen into my depleted lungs. I rapidly blinked my eyes to clear my vision and stared at a very flushed but smiling face in front of me, and I grew even more confused. This woman just greeted me like I am a long lost relative returning home after spending a long time away. I’m sure my face reflected my confusion, because my colossal escort cleared his throat and the woman gasped and seemed to catch her faux pas.

“It’s so good to see you welcome to Mr. Larsen’s office, please do go right on in. They are waiting for you.” She gushed and moved faster than I thought her girth would allow and reclaimed her seat behind her desk.

“This way Mr. Anderson.” I looked up to see the guard open another set of doors across the room.

The fact that my Kevy was just beyond those doors had me forgetting all about the woman’s oddly affectionate greeting, and I quickly raced across the room and right into the inner office area. I gasped and came to an abrupt halt the minute my eyes landed on the man seated elegantly behind the neat as a pin desk that dominated the middle of the large room.

Shock, incredulity, and confusion were too simple of words to use to describe what I was feeling as I stared into the eyes of the blonde man who captured my entire focus. Eyes that were the exact same color and shape as mine. My gaze traveled the unknown’s man facial features and I could see the line of my jaw and the high cheekbones on him that people have always praised me for. I stood there completely transfixed and sure I as knew my own name, I knew that this man was related to me in some way. Dare I hope after all this time, I have found the one person I was dying to know about for basically all of my life?

I felt gentle arms circle around my slender waist and I was pulled into a solid chest, “Breathe baby.” My Kevy whispered into my ear and a gust of stuttered breath billowed out of my lungs as I released the air I didn’t even realize I was holding.

My knees wobbled as the man slowly rose to his feet and my eyes went wide as he continued to rise and rise, and just like big burly standing guard at the door. I had to crane my neck backwards to look up at the man that looked just like me. My head swiveled away from his piercing gaze though as my brain registered the photos decorating the walls.

Another whoosh of air escaped my tight chest and my shaking knees gave out as my eyes flicked from one picture to the other. All of them depicting a time of my life forever immortalized on the eight by ten glossies. There was several of me crawling across our kitchen floor as I followed my mom from room to room. There were even more of me precariously toddling around with a shock of bright blonde curls and chubby arms and legs held out from my body in order to keep my balance. There were school pictures that my mother insisted on purchasing each year representing every grade of my Scholastic career, and there was even my graduation photos when I earned my Master’s Degree in Nursing.

Kevin was now holding me upright and he was bearing all of my weight against him. My body quaked from head to toe as my eyes once again sought out the man that had to be my missing father. I had always thought that when this came, if the time would have ever come, that I would be pissed as Hell at the man who donated half of his DNA to make me.

The truth was after looking at every square inch of this man’s office walls dedicated to me as if it was some kind of shrine or something and with my mother’s words ringing in my ears. “It’s safer this way baby, your daddy’s a powerful man with powerful enemies. He loves you and is only protecting you by keeping his distance.”

She had repeated those same words to me over and over again whenever I asked her and pleaded with her to tell me who my Dad was and why didn’t he want me?

Watching the man as he cautiously made his way over to me had the tears I was trying to hold back spill over onto my cheeks when he raised a big hand and gently cupped my jaw. He said the one word that confirmed everything that was rumbling around in my scattered brain and it also had me sobbing like baby. His deep voice was almost reverent as he whispered, “Son.”

He literally plucked me out of Kevin’s protective embrace and I threw my arms around his thick neck and sobbed and blubbered all over the man’s broad chest. I couldn’t even form words at this point nor could I settle my turbulent emotions enough to stop bawling. All my life I wanted to know who, when, and where my Dad was? What was the other half of my lineage like?

I never wanted or needed for anything with my mom, and judging that she worked only one job and we had the best of everything. It only just dawned on me that this man holding me to lovingly against his much larger frame was the reason behind it, and yep, I cried even more with the dawning of that little piece of knowledge.

“Hey Dillon, I guess we have a lot to talk about. Do you have anywhere pressing you need to be for a while?” He asked me and I vigorously shook my head, no. I couldn’t have cared less if Jesus Christ himself had told me to meet him at my house within the next few minutes. I wouldn’t have made a move to leave this office anytime soon. I was finally, finally in the presence of my Dad, and he loves me. He had always wanted me. I wasn’t just some mistake or a result of a single passionate but irresponsible sexual encounter.

Kevin came over and reclaimed my still quivering body and he picked me up off my feet and swept back across the room. My baby sat down on one of the plush sofa’s against the wall. He made sure I was comfortable on his lap before handing me a bottle of water, and then he promptly buried his nose my hair and inhaled my scent deep into his lungs.

My father came over and he took a seat on the opposite sofa and he didn’t even bat an eye at the fact I was snuggled on another man’s lap, and that said man was all but feeling me up right in front of him. I peeked over at big burly and he had removed his mirrored aviators sunglasses and was suspiciously wiping his eyes.

He wasn’t paying the gay couple in the room any attention either, and that made me wonder about my remaining parent’s sexual orientation. He was too at ease with Kevin’s almost desperate show of display PDA…Huh, I think it would be awesome sauce if my father was gay or at least bisexual since he obviously had a relationship with my mom.

Suddenly, I squirmed with excitement on Kevy’s lap and I almost giggled as I heard his low groan in response to my ass rubbing all over his semi erect cock. I almost whimpered myself at the feel of that thick pipe going rigid under my butt cheeks, but my mind was too wrapped up with the anticipation of hearing my Dad’s side of the story.

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Kevin…

(YES I DID,the ever beautful David Gandy as Isaac)

Words couldn’t express how good it felt to be holding my baby in my arms. I know the Warden was having a conversation with Dillon. It was very interesting listening to this man’s life story. It was really something to hear how Mr. Larsen advanced through the different stages of his career. How he had risen through the ranks from being a cell block guard to the lead prison guard and then going back to law school and graduating almost at the top of his class. He had left the prison system to actually pursue a career as an Assistant District Attorney only to return to the penal system to run for and win the office as the Warden of this fine institution. (Can you feel my sarcasm here?)

My eyebrows brushed my hairline when he had explained about his relationship between himself and Dilly’s mother. It was heartbreaking listening to the man recount the tale of his wife and child’s death at the hand of people who held a vendetta against him, and Dilly’s mother’s decree about keeping his distance from Dillon.

I was never more proud of my little love than when he had slid off my lap, bounced over to his father, and wrapped his slender arms around the big man’s neck and told him that he didn’t care about the bad people out there, and that he was more than happy to finally have the chance to see him and to have his father in his life.

Fuck, even the hard ass motherfucker standing guard in the corner audibly sniffed after that little heartfelt moment. The emotions floating around the room was enough to choke even the most heartless of humankind. After a few minutes, and trust my inquisitive, no filter having other half to ask his father about his seemingly relaxed stance on his only child’s sexuality, and the man’s lack of judgment about the fact said son was in a committed relationship with another man.

Mr. Larsen looked from one to the other and answered that he fully understood our relationship. He stated that he didn’t care about who his son was in love with because he himself

was in fact bisexual, and that he had married a woman because at the time that was who he had fallen in love with and who he had wanted to share his life with until Dilly’s mother came along. The warden laughed at our flabbergasted expressions as told us that he had relationships with men before and since then.

Dillon had just shrugged his slender shoulders and beamed a smile bright enough to light up the entire room. Fuck, I just wanted five maybe ten minutes alone with Dilly, he was so fucking gorgeous, and when he made his way back over to my side and plopped his delectable ass back into my lap, my already throbbing shaft almost exploded. It took all that I had to hold back the desperate groan of need that was bubbling up my throat.

Dilly continued to talk to his father and sure enough, his hands were flapping, and he was rocking back and forth with his usual exuberance. His butt was rubbing all over my engorged shaft and prolonging my nearly constant state of torture. My body temperature raised to almost a fevered level and I had to firmly grab his hips with both hands in order to keep him still.

I knew my face was flushed and there was a light sheen of sweat covering my entire body. I did groan with embarrassment when I looked up from under my lashes at my father-in-law when Dilly stopped mid tirade to look back at me. The big man’s lips were curved with a knowing smirk. Dilly’s little, “oh,” as he realized what he was doing to me didn’t help my current situation either. I had no choice but to stand, plop Dilly onto the plush cushions of the sofa, and mumble the word, “Bathroom.” Praying that my shirt was hiding my body’s more than obvious state of excitement.

The Devil cleared his throat to get my attention and pointed to the door on the other side of the room. I wasted no time as I rushed across the carpet, slammed into the room, and firmly closed the door behind myself. I quickly turned on the cold water faucet and proceeded to splash water on my overheated face. My hands were trembling and I tried to breathe through my current crisis.

I so didn’t want to drop my pants in the Warden’s bathroom and jack off to the fact that my luscious boyfriend was within arms reach right beyond this door. The same mouth watering man that I haven’t laid a finger on in months. The one that haunted my dreams every night because I can still taste him on my tongue, and feel his silky soft skin under my fingertips. Holy

fuck, my dick was so hard it may just snap off before I can even get a chance to do something about it.

My eyes snapped up to the mirror in front of me when I heard the bathroom door open and quickly close. The lock clicked and Dillon leaned back against the door and studied my mirrored image.

“Being in here behind a locked door is not a good idea right now baby.” My hands fisted into a white knuckled grip on the lip of the counter as I quietly warned my little love.

Dilly pushed away from the door and tempted his fate even more by pressing his enticing little body against my back and tipped his head up and let his soft lips brushed my earlobe when he whispered. “Why do you say that, Kevy? I think it’s the perfect time since Daddy got called away to handle something downstairs and he took that delicious mountain of muscle with him. So, baby we are all on our little lonesome in here, for a little while at least.”

I quickly spun around and my arms snaked around his thin waist to grab the soft orbs of his perfectly round ass and I crushed my groin against him. “Is that right?” I purred in his ear and my chest puffed up with pride because of his body’s shiver of response to my heated words.

“Oh God Kevy, it’s been so long, please, I want to taste you. I want to feel you in my mouth and deep in my ass.” Dilly whined as he rubbed himself against me like a cat in heat. I was trying to hold myself back from just bending him over and plowing into him until my cock exploded. I didn’t want to mount and rutt him like a wild animal, but I didn’t know how much time we had until his father and his guard came back.

“Fuck, Dilly…I’m sorry this is going to be quick. As much as I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I want your ass even more.” I panted as my hands tore at his clothes.

“That’s okay Kevy, I’ll happily take you anyway I can get you right now.” He gasped as he brushed my fumbling hands out of the way.

My anxious fingers went to my own clothes and I almost growled in frustration as I tried to untie the knot on the waist my scrub pants. I finally got it undone and I pushed the material down my legs, and my boxers followed suit. I looked up and I nearly fell to my knees at the sight in front of me. Dillon had taken his clothes off altogether and he was bent over the toilet. One

hand was braced on the wall above the tank, and the other was busy preparing his pretty pink hole with the lotion he found on the counter.

Any air that I had left in my lungs whooshed out of my mouth. My cock pulsed with anticipation of getting itself buried deep in the paradise sighted right in front of me, and a healthy amount of precum was pumped out of the slit on the bulbous head. My mouth literally watered as I rushed over to the love of my life and pressed myself against his warm back.

“Please Kevy, I’m need you. I’m so ready to feel you baby.” He begged and stuck hissweet little ass out even more tempting me to lose what little control I had.

I couldn’t even form words to comfort him at this point, so I stepped up and took my overeager cock in my hand and groaned as I rubbed the drenched head up and down his slick crease. “I love you with everything that I am.” I managed to tell him before I pushed against the protective ring of muscles of his entrance and I rolled my hips to ease my length inch by inch into his silken heat of his hot channel. His chute greedily pulled my shaft even deeper into his body and my eyes rolled into the back of head.

“God, you feel so good.” Dilly moaned on a long drawn out breath. I bottomed out and my churning balls pressed nicely against his quivering ones. I went completely still for a moment, needing to give him time to get assimilated to my girth, but Dilly had other ideas. My hands tightened around his hips when he eased himself off my throbbing cock only to suddenly reverse his momentum and slam himself backwards. He embedded himself on my weeping shaft and his butt cheeks slapped against my hips.

A tsunami if unadulterated pleasure hurled my senses into the stratosphere. Every cell in my body attuned itself to taking and giving my all to my man. His sweet sounds and the way his eager channel gripped me was sublime. I could feel every spine tingling contraction of the tight walls of his channels walls. That hungry chute rippled over the burgeoning veins on my now buried cock. The sensations were almost too much for me to handle and what little control I had crumbled into dust and flittered away on the wind.

I grunted when my back slammed against the opposite wall. I had picked Dillon up, my hands held his thighs firmly apart as I used his body weight and the angle in which I propped upright to pound up into my man. I nuzzled his cheek until he turned his head enough for me to

capture his lips in a hurried but all consuming kiss. I stuck my tongue in his mouth to keep him quiet as I repeatedly thrust up into his quivering hole. My blood rushed through my veins and his little whimpers and mewls charged me up even more and I fucked him with everything in me.

Dilly threw one arm behind my head and grabbed my hair in his little fist and the other hand went to exposed cock. He gripped himself in his hand and began jerking himself in perfect synchronization to the pounding of my hips.

“Yes that’s it baby, I want you to come for me. I want to fuck you right through your release. Come now, give it to me.” I quietly demanded right in his ear.

I had to rush and reclaim his dewy lips in effort to hush him up because Dilly’s head fell back against my shoulder and he was gearing up to go off like an emergency siren in this little room. The sweat on our overheated bodies was causing my grip on Dilly’s thighs to slip, but I refused to lose my momentum by pulling out and repositioning my little love. So instead I spun us around and placed him on his knees on the counter facing the mirror. Dilly got the drift and leaned forward and my cock never lost it’s rhythm as I continued to piston in and out of him like a well oiled machine.

I reached around and closed my hand over his heavily leaking shaft and helped him jack himself off as the tell tale slashes of heat cut a path down my spine, curved under my balls, and my cock pulsed and throbbed with the repetitive blasts of heat bursting from the head of my member. I rolled my forehead across Dilly’s shoulders as I brought up my other hand up and clamped it over his mouth just in time to silence him.

My little love screamed into my palm and he coated my hand and his abdomen with his release. Thick milky white ropes of cum coated my fingers and his shaft. My entire body seized as I coated the walls of his spasming channel with my release. My ears were ringing and my entire body shook as I breathed in the combined aromas of our mutual release and the scent of Dillon’s mouth watering skin.

“Tha…That was perfect.” Dillon stuttered as he tried to catch his breath.

“You are perfect.” I whispered as I eased myself out of his drenched entrance. I could feel my cock trying to twitch back to life at the sight of my cum dripping out of his stretched hole, and I indulged myself my using the head of my dick and pushed some of it back inside of him.

We jumped as we heard a door opening and closing in the outer office and I grabbed a handful of paper towels and ran them under the faucet. I used them to quickly clean Dilly up. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. What if the Warden had come back? Dilly’s father was sure to know what the Hell we were up to in his bathroom of all places. “ God take me now.“ I thought as I wiped down my groin.

Dilly got dressed while I straightened my clothes. I watched my pretty little love rummage through the medicine cabinet and damned if he did find a bottle of cologne, an expensive looking bottle of cologne. He quickly held it up and spritzed it over our heads before replacing it in the cabinet. I used a soapy pile of hand towels to wipe the sink and counter before washing my hands and running my wet hands through my tousled hair. We were as presentable as we going to get, but I still dreaded opening this damn door and facing my know-it-all father-in-law.

“Well we can’t hide in here forever Kevy.” Dillon sighed and I nodded my head and waved my hand for him to open the door.

Dillon did just that and stepped outside the bathroom. I walked out into the office right behind him and sure enough, I met the sparkling blue eyes of his father and tried not to flush even more at the teasing smile on the man’s face. Then to make matters worse, the Devil cleared his throat to catch Dilly’s attention and he made motion to zip up his fly. Dilly squeaked and spun around to do that. I gave up and threw myself into one of the sofas and refused to look away from my shoes.

We were saved from any awkward conversation by a knock on the office door. The Devil stepped back and opened the portal and my jaw dropped when the person stepped into the room. I heard Dilly’s little gasp of surprise and I couldn’t even be jealous and fault him for his reaction because the man that just entered the room was that good looking. He looked like he just stepped off the runway and stopped by for a little chat. He was absolutely flawless in his three piece suit and shiny shoes. His watch matched his caliber of dress and not a hair was out of place. The dark

waves were perfect as they framed his equally gorgeous features, but it was those deep blue eyes that caught and held your attention.

We were brought out of our stupor by the Warden’s booming laugh. The big man stood and made his way from behind his desk to greet the handsome man.

“Isaac, my friend. It’s so good to see you. Thank you for coming at such short notice.” Mr. Larsen said and he hugged the man and clapped him on the shoulder when he released him.

“You would think I had a choice, Mathias. Royce said that I needed to clear my schedule and get here and talk to you after court this morning, so that’s what I did. Keeping your man happy means that you’re keeping your home happy my friend, trust me on that.” Mr. GQ laughed before turning those brilliant cerulean eyes towards us.

I had to smile at his philosophy because it was so true, I immediately recalled what living with my Dilly was like, and I remembered how many times I just gave in to his wishes to make him happy and avoid any conflicts. The thought of something so simple that seemed so long ago after being cooped up in here made my heart ache, and I went back to studying my shoes. The euphoria of being buried balls deep in my man and forgetting where I was for just a moment vanished like my freedom. I could feel depression settling itself firmly in the trenches of my soul once again.

Dilly must have picked up on the drop in my mood because he wrapped his smaller fingers around mine and gave my hand a encouraging squeeze. I looked up into his beautiful face and I had to fight bitter tears of regret from pouring down my cheeks.

“Boys, I want to introduce you to Isaac Carmichael. Kevin, you met his husband Royce the other night in the infirmary. Where as Royce is going to be your psychiatrist, his husband here has agreed to take your legal case. He is going to talk to you about the events of that night leading right up to the day you were sentenced and brought here.” The Warden explained the attorney’s presence to us and our heads swiveled back to the lawyer as he gracefully lowered himself into the seat opposite of us.

“Um…What are your fees?” Dillon asked as he scooted closer into my side.

“We are not going to worry about that. I want to handle this for you pro bono.” The lawyer stated before he placed a very slim tablet on his lap and began tapping away on the screen. He then handed each of us his business card and proceeded to tell us a little about himself and his credentials.

I was floored to hear his story and why he chose to help us for free. I listened to the type of cases he usually handled and his rate of representing and winning such difficult cases. That dying little glimmer of hope inside me slowly flared back to life and began to get brighter and brighter as the longer the attorney talked to us.

Once he was finished, his penetrating gaze once again locked onto my face and he patiently waited for me to open up and tell him my version of my story. So I looked to Dilly who gave me one of his encouraging pretty little smiles. I drew in a deep fortifying breath, this was going to be hard to relive this shit, but if this man can help me get out of here and into the arms of the man beside me, then I’ll gladly walk through Hell naked and barefoot to achieve going home to my Dilly.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Kevin…

(Stephen Hendry as my idea of what Papi looks like)

I had to be honest, by the time the meeting with Mr. Carmichael was over, I was confident that if anything could be done about my case this man was going to be able to do it. When he had mentioned that little tidbit about the Commissioner was already being investigated for corruption amongst other charges like embezzlement of city funds, it didn’t surprise me at all. The fucker was also well known for his homophobic views, and fortunately for me, the bastard never failed to have his derogatory say on the subject whenever the topic came up in public.

So Isaac was going to mainly work the discrimination angle in regards to me getting steamrolled for what was obviously an act of self defense. The lawyer did however say that he was concerned with the level of violence in which I retaliated against Josh, but he was more than confident that his husband will make my anger issues work in my favor for once. Isaac said that he was also going to look into the backgrounds some of the other people involved in my case like my previous public defender as well as some key people in the courthouse, Hell, even the Judge himself.

Dilly was practically bouncing with excitement next to me and I couldn’t help but smile indulgently at my beautiful boyfriend. Damn, I know I was going to rub my dick raw with the memory of him kneeling on the bathroom counter taking my every forceful thrusts into his tight heat like a champion. My cock jerked to life behind my zipper and I had to quickly reroute my thought processes to something else entirely.

Mr. Larsen was asking Isaac some questions of his own when a buzzing noise sounded off from behind us and I turned to see the Devil or I should really begin thinking of the man by his proper name, Michael frowned down at the screen of his cell phone. I paid him no mind when he excused himself from the room and closed the door. Dilly turned to me and quietly gave me updates on my parents, and I was busy savoring the feel of him after months of not being able to touch him by running my finger over the smooth skin on the back of his little hand when the door to the office opened and I looked up. My eyes went wide with surprise when I saw none other than Papito coming through the entrance with a very confused looking head guard hot on his heels.

Everyone’s attention in the room was now turned to the tattooed man standing there with a sheepish look on his face. He turned and looked almost pleadingly at Michael before stepping forward. He flipped open a leather wallet and I leaned over to see an official looking gold badgeand a card that had big blue letters on it with a seal that read F.B. I., and my mind went into, “oh shit.” mode. Could it be? Well that surely answered a lot of questions about the man’s level of power in this place. My eyes got even wider when Mr. Larsen did the introductions and that answered any remaining questions that I may have had. I just sat back and listened to this new twist of events.

“Issac, I’d like you to meet Agent Esteban Rodriguez, he and several of his team members are here investigating some possible criminal activity amongst some of my most notorious inmates and such. We can go into details about that later. Esteban, this of course is Isaac Carmichael, Esquire.“The Warden introduced the men as they shook hands and seated themselves.

I heard a slight gasp that was quickly masked by a cough and I turned my head to catch the newly revealed Agent’s love interest go completely red in the face and the behemoth of a guard slid his mirrored aviators more firmly onto his face and went absolutely still afterwards. It seems that Michael was not aware about this little bit of information, and from the red flush that was visible from the neckline of his uniform shirt all the way to the tips of his ears. I can only deduce that the big man wasn’t pleased about it either.

My Dilly’s head was bouncing back and forth between his father and then men sitting opposite of us. He looked like he was watching a tennis match or something with the way his head moved to keep up with the conversation the men were having. I turned away from the stoic guard and returned my attention to what Papi had to say.

“Mr. Carmichael, I heard it through my channels that you were going to be here to speak to Kevin here. He gained our interests from the start when we heard that he was the one who was convicted for murdering Commissioner Robert Landry’s son. I may have some information that may help you. You see Commissioner’s Landry’s dirty fat fingers are in plenty of pots, and one of the main courses happen to be the never ending trade drugs and sex workers all around the city and as neighboring networks as well. He deep pockets has afforded him the opportunity to head up and participate in activities that have attracted the Drug Enforcement Administration as well as the Federal Bureau of Investigation. My case involves not only crooked city government officials, but members of the sheriff’s office, the courthouse, and this very prison where a lot of the men on Mr. Landry’s payroll are cooling their heels but still managing to run the syndicates even after being busted and imprisoned.” The Agent explained and I watched Isaac leaned forward in his seat, the lawyer’s interest was definitely engaged.

“Well, we definitely have some things to talk about Agent Rodriguez.” Isaac said as he reached into his impeccable suit pocket and withdrew his business card and handed it to the man.

“Yeah, we do. I have to talk to my superiors and my team to get clearance to divulge the information of our ongoing case to you. The Warden here knows a majority of it already and privy to all of the information in regards to our case seeing that he is instrumental in allowing us the access we need to observe and gather intel on the inmates and guards on Mr. Landry’s payroll right here in this prison.”

He turned to Dilly and I and added. “I know this information will stay in this room guys. I can’t afford to blow this case by something being said outside if this room. This case has been years in the making and we are so close to cutting the head off this serpent permanently. So far we have been hacking off pieces only for them to grow back and come back stronger. We need kill it once and for all and put an end to this level of corruption. I am just hoping to help you out along the way. It is unfortunate the man lost his son, but from what I heard you had to do what you had to and it was justified.” The man I know as Papi said to us. Dillon and I exchanged a glance before we nodded our agreement to keep quiet.

“Alright, you get your necessary clearance and I will work to find out what I can on my end. “ Isaac said to the agent, he turned to Dilly and I and told us that he would be getting in touch with us soon. He gracefully rose from his seat and I stood as well with Dillon at my side. We took turns shaking the attorney’s hand before he waved at the Warden and made his exit from the office.

Papi stood and nodded to the Warden and he turned to Michael standing silently in the corner. It was like the agent wanted to say something to the man, but the Devil wouldn’t even look in his direction.

Papi pinched his nose and sighed heavily, the detailed tattoos seemed to come alive with every move of his muscles. He drew in a deep breath before he looked directly at the head guard and said, “Everything my team and I are doing is for the greater good. I never lied about certain things. I just had to omit certain parts of my life and what I am really doing in here. The people that I have come to know in this place and those that I have gotten close to, those ties are real. I just wanted everyone to know that.” The man finished quietly and he stood there staring at the blank expression on the big guards face before he sighed again at the guard’s lack of response. Papito quietly walked to the door and slipped through it leaving nothing but the sound of the soft click behind when he drew the door closed.

The Warden stood and came around the desk. “Dillon it’s almost time for dinner. Kevin please return to your duties in the kitchen, and Michael please see my son safely out of the building. Dilly, I will talk to you later on tonight, you have my numbers son, use them anytime.” He said as Michael stepped forward.

I turned to my little love and my heart shattered with the look of longing in his gorgeous but sad eyes. “Until next time baby, hold it down for me and give Mom and Dad my love. I love you.” I whispered against his soft cheek as I squeezed him to my chest. Dilly’s slender arms wrapped tightly around my waist and I could hear his little whimper of distress, but he quickly gathered himself and made me proud when he leaned back and gave me one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen.

“I love you too, and I will tell your parents you love them. I’ll see you in a few days.” He bravely stated and I gave him another kiss and spun on my heel. I didn’t need for him to see me break down and sob like a baby knowing that I was going back to a lonely cell and he to my room in my parent’s house. It was a big change from living in harmony day in and day out for almost five years with my man at my side. He needed for me to be strong and in all honesty I needed time to process all this new information.

Entering the kitchen and having cook blister the skin off my face for being late was almost surreal after the afternoon I had. I helped set up the pan after pan of meatloaf and mashed potatoes that was being served for dinner. Dinner time itself was the usual of slapping out helpings of the less than inviting meal onto metal trays and keeping the chow line moving.

I couldn’t help that my wayward eyes kept traveling to the table in the far corner where Papi was sitting with his crew. Now I have come to know the men as his law enforcement team members. I spied the Devil earlier when he came through patrolling the room and took his stance over by the main entrance to the dining room.

The man was like a big marble statue with the way he stood there. Both his thick arms was crossed over his barrel chest. His tree trunk thighs slightly parted with both booted feet planted firmly on the floor. Everyone from the inmates to the guards gave him a wide berth. The look on his face deterred even the most hardened criminal, and they gave the menacing man his space.

I caught Papi looking in his direction a few times, but he kept his expression blank a usual, but I knew he was probably wondering how he was going to break through the wall that the guard had erected around himself. At least watching these two kept my mind from going into meltdown about my own situation. From what I had witnessed in the infirmary, they seemed to be actual feelings involved between the two men, and I must admit that watching them grope one another was hot as Hell. I hoped they will be able to work it out, they are on the same side after all.

It felt like this day was never ending, but by the time I threw my soiled apron into the laundry bin and dragged myself off to the showers, every bone in my body felt like limp noodles. Even my cock half heartly twitched as I washed myself with the memory of baby channel rippling along my length. Every fiber of being was exhausted and I was more than ready for the first time since I set foot in this place just to lay down and go to sleep and that is exactly what I did the minute my head hit my pillow.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Dillon…

(James Gandolfini, R.I.P. a smy idea of what Kevin’s father looks like)

Oh gosh, I needed to hurry up. My dad was going to be here any minute now and I still haven’t done anything with my hair and I’m not sure that the shirt I had on went with the slacks I pulled out of the back of the closet. I wanted to look good for my dad, and I don’t think that my usual skin tight skinny jeans and my form fitting t-shirts would do for our first dinner out as father and son.

“Dillon, honey your father is here.” I heard Momma Miller shout from the bottom of the stairs.

Shoot, I scrambled out of the closet and stopped dead in my tracks. I spun back on my heels and walked back into the walk-in closet I shared with my Kevy. I continued walking until I was able to shove my face right into his rack of hanging clothes and inhaled his scent that still clung to the garments. I said a silent prayer hoping that everything will work out and he gets released soon, long before his scent begins to disappear from his clothes.

My scattered nerves had finally calmed down enough for me to walk out of the closet. I called down to let Momma know I was almost ready before I darted into the bathroom, and opened my hair gel. I lightly coated my hands with the product and ran my fingers through my hair. I shook my head and smiled at the rumpled results and pronounced myself perfect.

Jogging down the stairs, I heard voices coming from the formal living room and I stopped just before I reached the polished wood floor of the foyer when I heard Mr. Miller’s voice. I was surprised that he was home. Momma Miller hadn’t mentioned that he was coming back from one of his multiple business trips today when we had breakfast this morning.

Otherwise, I would have met my dad at the restaurant. There was no love lost between Kevy and his father, and certainly none between that horrible man and myself. Some people shouldn’t procreate if they wanted nothing to do with their offspring, and I’ll never understand how a man like that wound up with someone as sweet and as angelic as Kevin’s mother.

They were just exchanging pleasantries at the moment so I hurried down the last step and rushed into the room. I didn’t want Mr. Miller to ask my father some asinine question about Kevin imprisonment or make some kind of lewd comment about his son’s sexuality and how he must feel at home in prison with all those men.

I know he’s capable of saying something so crass because I’ve heard him say it already, and then the asshole had turned around and laughed like he’d just came up with the funniest line ever. The man had no class about him whatsoever and if it wasn’t for the fact he was richer than Midas, then he wouldn’t even have friends, he was that unrefined and about as sensitive as a raging bull in a China shop.

I wouldn’t classify the man as homophobic. I would say he was one of those self made macho men that thinks homosexual man is weak in all around. One of those ignorant ass people who stereotypes all gay men as being little hot pants wearing, flamboyant little divas flapping their hands everywhere when they’re speaking.

He truly felt that we aren’t supposed to be taken seriously because we are not supposed love who we love. If you are a man and you didn’t love pussy or can’t keep your wife barefoot, pregnant, and subservient, then he had no use for you. It’s kind of hard to find the right word to describe the man. He is a piece of work though, and he’s a horrible father.

You would think that he would be concerned about the fact that his only son got railroaded by a corrupted government official into serving a twenty-five year prison sentence for defending me from being raped and beaten to death. No, the disgusting fuck was more concerned about making money. He didn’t even hire a proper attorney for Kevin.

The bastard had let the shitty public defenders office handle Kevin’s case despite Momma Miller’s please for him to intervene and pay for lawyer to defend their son. His response was quote, “Why should he put out the effort and spend his hard earned cash for a sniveling brat that can’t control temper, and that boy would be probably be happier in a place full of queers who loved fuck boy pussy. Maybe then he’ll man after having his ass reamed a few times instead of fucking around with his fagboy and thinking he’s a man because he’s the one doing the fucking.”

Like I said, then man is a real piece of worthless crap. It had taken all that I had not to attack the man right then and there. Even the he could easily squish me like a bug because he was a big dude, once upon a time he may have been what you called fit with defined muscles, but after years of overindulging in everything. He was getting a pot belly, had a receding hairline, and his skin had this ruddy parlor like he was a heart attack waiting to happen.

I couldn’t stand the man, he turned my stomach just to look at him, and I hated the way he treated Mrs. Miller. She is the only reason I told Kevin I would stay in his house after giving up our apartment. Her husband treated her like all she had to offer was to have a hole where he could stick his dick from time to time. A glorified maid with the ability to cook his beloved heart clogging steaks to his liking, and pour him drinks on demand.

She didn’t have a say in anything in the house, not the bills, the groceries, or even where they chose to live. She did get free reign to decorate the house as she saw fit, but other than that she had to get his permission and wait until he granted her with her , “allowance,” to buy food and what not.

It was down right demeaning the way he treated her, because Mrs. Miller is a college graduate and she has the ability to work in any school of her choice teaching history. It was not hers but her husband’s demand that she’s to be a stay at home wife. The bastard made her totally dependent on him. He had her just where he wanted her, and she put up with it all. Even his neglect and scorn towards their son, and people wondered where my Kevy got his anger issues from. You try walking a mile in his shoes and helplessly watching this drama play out right under your nose and not being able to do anything about it.

“Hey dad, are you ready?” I latched onto my father’s thick arm and gave him a desperate little tug hoping that he’ll get my silent message that I want to leave, like now.

My father’s smile didn’t falter not even a fraction of an inch as he said the couple. “It was nice meeting you but we have to make our reservation for dinner.”

I could’ve rolled my eyes at the loud fake ass laugh that boomed out of Mr. Miller’s mouth as he went to clap my father on his broad shoulder. “Too bad we didn’t have a chance to have a drink. You could’ve had the chance to tell me which one of your inmates made my son his bitch.” He guffawed like the idiot he is.

The man has taken to ignoring my presence altogether, he said whatever he wanted in front of me and it wasn’t significant enough for him and in a sense I was glad because otherwise I might be sitting in the cell next to Kevy after I murdered this asshole.

My fingers dug into my father’s rock hard bicep. It seems that he didn’t appreciate Mr. Miller’s comment either. I heard Momma Miller’s shocked little gasp, and for the first time ever I found myself wanting to glare at the woman and ask her why the verbal vomit spewing out of her husband’s mouth still had the ability to shock her. Didn’t she know who and what he was by know. Talk about walking around with blinders on.

“I don’t think that would be an appropriate discussion to have in front of your wife and your son’s boyfriend, like I said nice meeting you.” My father said in his strong no nonsense Warden’s voice. That wickedly don’t-fuck-with-me tone that made hardened prisoners shit themselves. I couldn’t help the smug smile that curved my lips when the stupid grin slipped from Mr. Miller face and he actually seemed embarrassed for once as his already ruddy face got even redder. My dad nodded at Mrs. Miller and promptly swept us out the front door and down the steps to his car.

Once we were settled into the luxury vehicle and on our way downtown, my dad broke the almost incredulous trance he’s been in to say. “You need to get out of that house, like yesterday. I don’t want you to feel like dictating anything to you now that you know who I am and trying to play the daddy card after all this time, but that man is toxic. After that brief encounter I fully understand your boyfriends’ issues with his temper. Tell me has he ever….”

“No dad, don’t even finish that sentence. Kevy has always treated me like the pampered princess that I am. The man dotes on me hand and foot. He wouldn’t let a stiff breeze ruffle my hair out of place. That man would die for me just as I would for him. “I immediately interrupted him from asking that question. I needed him to understand that Kevin loved me beyond what words could ever describe.

I turned in my seat to face my father full on. “I don’t mind you playing the daddy card but never questions Kevin’s feelings for me. The man may have to spend the remainder of his young life in prison all because he was protecting me, and he’ll gladly do the time if he thought that it was the only way for me to be safe. As for the Miller’s, I promised Kevin to look out for his mom. I just can’t leave and break my promise to him. That’s not how our relationship works. We keep out word to each other no matter what.”

My dad released a long suffering sigh. “I get I do, but I still want you out of that house, that man is…Fuck, no word scan describe that man. I am going to have to talk to Kevin if you don’t want to do it because something is telling me to get you out of that house, and I always listen to my gut. I don’t want to have to burn that mother fucker down if something happens to you.”

One would think after hearing something like that you would look at the person saying it like they had to heads on their shoulders, but in all honesty. I beamed like a bright ass bulb in a lighthouse. My daddy loved me, he wanted me, and he was being all growly and protective of me. It was the best feeling in the world to me after years of wanting my father in my life.

“Dad, let’s just go out to dinner, we will cross that bridge when we get to it, okay.” I said as I patted him on the back of his big hand.

My dad looked over at me and have me a playful wink. “Sure whatever you want baby boy, but we will be discussing this soon, trust me on that.”

“Yes daddy.” I answered like a dutiful son, and not for the life of me could I wipe the big silly grin off my face for the remainder of the night.

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Kevin…

(Therapy Room)

Wiping my sweaty hands on the side of my regulation pants, I continued on my way towards the therapy room. Today was my first session with Dr. Covington-Carmichael. I mean, I’ve already acknowledged that I have an anger problem. Who wouldn’t with a father like mine, but that doesn’t mean I wanted to talk about it.

If I could find a way or if I had any other the means monetary wise, I wouldn’t even have the love of my life under the same roof with the bastard. I had tried for years to get my mother to leave the asshole, but she’s refused and continued to turn a blind eye to all his bullshit as usual. She made her bed and there is nothing I can do to get her out of it.

I turned the knob on the designated door and entered the room, I was well aware of my protection detail just looking like they were just patrolling the area. I was glad for them because this place is like a vipers nest, when you cut the head off one snake another popped up, and from the lustful glares I’ve been receiving lately from a new inmate, it looked like the replacement head has regenerated. My stomach rolled just to think of it, the guy was even bigger than Javier.

The hulking man made it point to linger in the chow line and lasciviously lick his meaty lips and blow me kisses anytime I took a chance and looked up to see the big bastard. Needless to say, I made sure that I didn’t go anywhere by myself without being in Diablo’s direct eyesight. I have even taken to sticking to Papi’s side when I wasn’t sure of the guards and who was assigned to keeping an eye on me.

Sometimes, I didn’t know whether to be pissed off about having to have a protection detail following me around. One part of my brain bristled and said I should be man enough to take care of myself, then the other side, I would think is the logical side of me is relieved and thankful that I have people looking out for me in this place, otherwise God forbid what would have happened if Javier had gotten what he wanted.

I know I’m gay, but that doesn’t mean I’d welcome sex with strangers and find it easier to accept homosexual relations off the bat, there is a big difference. Rape is rape, the men in here

aren’t fucking you for your pleasure, they are asserting their dominance over you while satisfying their own sadistic urges. I wanted no part of that, and I would rather die than find myself in that situation again.

“Good afternoon, Kevin. It’s nice to see you. How are you today?” I heard the pleasant voice inquire and I looked over to see the good doctor already seated in one of the two chairs placed next to a narrow window.

“Um..Hi. I’m good.” I replied as I sank down into the seat opposite the handsome man. God to be a fly on their bedroom wall. He and his lawyer husband made a stunning couple.

“Oh come on, you can do better than that. There’s no need to be shy.” He gave me a genuine smile that I couldn’t help but to return.

“What can I say doc, I haven’t been raped, beaten, or attacked today so all I can say is I’m good. My future father-in-law is helping to keep me safe, the love of my life is stuck in my oppressive house, and I pray nightly for you and your husband to find a way to get me out of here as soon as possible. That’s where my headspace is doc.”

“Well that’s certainly a beginning. Which one of those statements do you want to address first.” He said as he pushed his designer glasses a bit further up his nose. Mind you the lenses did absolutely nothing to hide the brilliance of his intelligent eyes.

I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms across my chest. I couldn’t meet the good doctor’s eyes. I knew I should be grateful for his and his husband’s help, but I so didn’t want to talk about the root of my anger. Yes, I know exactly why I get so irrationally upset, and I damn sure didn’t want to talk about it. I’ve tried not to let it bother me anymore. I’ve tried my best to not let him hold the power over me to even matter in my world, but he’s like an infection that you can’t get rid of festering away in your life like a virulent parasite.

When I remained silent, Dr. Covington leaned forward and looked me right in the eye. I tried looking away again, but the man’s patient but knowing gaze was almost hypnotic. “Kevin, I have been doing this for a long time now. I know how to read people and what you are going through and your feelings towards your family, the feeling of helplessness and anger generating from that dysfunction is simmering under your skin like a pressure cooker. Then something

happens, like the night you bashed that jock into the concrete when Dilly’s well being was threatened caused you to explode.“ He continued to hold my gaze.

“You see that don’t you. You didn’t just stop the man from threatening someone you care about, your anger manifested itself you fought and everything you have repressed pumped you to keep going. Once Josh was knocked out, it should have stopped, you should have stopped, but all your angst, all that bitterness bubbled to the surface and you kept going until you were pulled off that young man.” The doctor sat back and crossed an ankle over his knee. “Breathe Kevin, let it out and gather yourself.”

My lungs burned and my head felt a little light. I noisily exhaled the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding until that very moment. I also realized that my cheeks were wet and I brought my hand up to my face. The good doctor held out a box of tissues in my direction and I watched my trembling hand extend to snatch a few of them from the box.

He quietly placed the box back on the table next to his elbow and returned that patient stare back to my face. “Let’s make it a simple start, you weren’t yourself when the unfortunate incident occurred with the other young man. Don’t take on more upon yourself than necessary. Don’t make yourself guilty for something that was beyond your control. In order for something like this to never happen again, you need to get your feelings out, stop internalizing everything, it’s not doing anyone any good. Now, let’s start at the beginning, tell me about your family.”

Damn, but this man is good at what he does. He’d effortlessly hit the nail on the head. He’d zeroed in on the exact feelings that I’ve been agonizing over since I was thrown into the back seat of that police cruiser on the fateful night. Fuck, how I’ve tormented myself over taking Josh’s life, he was an asshole, but he surely didn’t deserve to die, and especially not like that. I took his life and now I have to live with that knowledge. How was I supposed to do that?

If I listened to this man, then once again the underlying blame of this whole thing rested with that bastard, the anger and the bitterness as he called it, resulted from bottling up my feelings for that asshole. I shook my head, because if that’s true then once again, I’ve let him control me. Maybe the doc was right, maybe I needed to get this resentment and bitterness off my chest, and then I’ll be free of his influence in my life. I’ll be able to react to things normally and most importantly that bastard will never have any power over me ever again.

So I took a deep breath and I squared my shoulders, he’d asked for it and he was going to get it. For the next hour I told Dr. Covington what an unimaginable bastard my father is. How deplorably he treated my mother and I. We were only possessions that he kept in a back room somewhere in his house until we were convenient to dust off and use for his own selfish purposes. How the man manipulated and used everyone and everything about him. Especially the futility of dealing with my mother and her willingness to forgive the asshole’s repeated transgressions, and the feeling of utter betrayal and hopelessness when my mother refused leave the man.

Everything spewed out of my mouth like a tsunami crashing over an unsuspecting village on the coast of nowhere. It was like I was like I separated from myself and my adult self was transported back in time and back into the cold mausoleum of a mansion that’s my parent’s house. I watched myself at first as the scared little boy listening to his father scream at his mother for not color coding his socks.

Then watching the confused little kid who wondered why his mom shooed him away from her and told him to go to bed and stay in his room when his Dad came home and drank all the golden liquid the crystal decanters in his study. Finally, the angry teenager that spent as much time away from his house and immersed in the one beautiful thing in his life, his Dilly.

My Dillon saved me in more ways than one. He was and still is the only shining light in my darkness, and I would die a thousand deaths before I let anyone hurt my little love. I explained to Dr. Covington that the only happiness in my life was when Dillon walked into my class on that beautiful day. It was like being stuck by lightning when he turned those pretty eyes on me and smiled when the teacher had pointed him to the seat next to mine. I revered him like one of God’s Angels that was placed to walk on earth amongst us mere mortals.

I tried to explain the extent of my feelings, my passion, and the love I felt for my Dilly, but I was stumped, because I don’t think the words were invented to describe what I feel. So I just open my hands and shrugged my shoulders. There was nothing else for me to say, and I slumped back in my seat. I was exhausted, the emotional roller coaster of the last hour simply wrecked me. I felt like one big raw nerve, my whole world was wide open and in plain view for him to see, to pick apart and analyze to his content, but I had to be honest with myself.

After getting all of that off my chest, I felt fucking free, that oppressive weight that has been sitting on my chest like a two ton elephant is gone and I looked at Dr. Covington in total awe. The handsome doctor smiled at me like he knew the elation that was suddenly running through my veins and I started laughing, I mean I opened my mouth and cackled like a that mentally challenged Hyena from the Lion King.

My guffawed until my sides hurt and I was struggling to breathe, my knees hit the floor and all of a sudden my mirth turned to tears. It was a cathartic experience to get all that shit out, for me to hear the words coming out of my mouth, to actually listen to myself explain my feelings out loud to someone was like a cleansing of my very soul and I could have kicked myself for not seeking help any sooner.

I felt two strong arms wrap around my heaving shoulders, and a firm voice telling me I was going to be alright, the worst was over, and I’d gotten the poison out of my wounds. Now was the time for them to heal and be at peace, and I sat there and clung to those words, and to the man uttering them. I knew I was a blubbering mess but the doc sat there with me and weathered the storm, anchoring me to my new found realty and fuck, it felt so damn good. The only thing that would make this moment even better is if I could share it with my Dilly, I wished with all my might that he was here.

We sat on the floor for a few more minutes until I was finally able to gather my emotions together. Doc actually took a few tissues and cleaned my face like a doting parent before handing me a glass of water. He was in the process of praising me again and telling me that we will talk some more and continue my therapy sessions three times a week for now when there was a timid knock on the door.

Dr. Covington-Carmichael went to answer the door, and fuck if I didn’t start bawling like a baby when Dilly’s little head popped through the opened gap. His pretty eyes zeroed in on my red puffy face and he slipped right past the good doctor and made a beeline straight for me. I didn’t even have the time to get up before my little love was in my lap. His slender arms wrapped around my shoulders and a his little face pressed under my chin. I could do nothing else other than hold him and breathe in his familiar comforting scent gratefully taking and absorbing the comfort he was giving my in spades.

This slender man in my arms was my reason for living, my other half. The one person God above created just for me, a gift I will never squander or take for granted. He is my everything and nothing else matters for me. The good doctor took a few minutes to talk to the both of us and I refused to let go of Dilly the whole time we sat there. I didn’t even bother to ask how he happened to be here, it wasn’t my visiting day and it would have been a moot point anyway seeing who his father is. I was just damn happy he was here and in my arms.

I gave Dr. Covington permission to share the details of our session with Dilly. I would never hide anything from my gorgeous boyfriend. In a sense, I felt Dilly knew all of my feelings already and he turned to me with a proud glint in his eye. I could also sense his relief that I’ve finally done the one thing I wasn’t able do for him over the years, and that was to open up and talk about my pent up emotions.

It wasn’t everything, but it was a start and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of myself as well. I guess everything happens for a reason and maybe just maybe, I will finally be able to see a light at the end of my tunnel.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

(Security Office)

Bonus Chapter

Warning, this is just a sneak peak and a little background of what to expect from Diablo’s Pet, book two in the series, featuring our very own Devil and Papi. This is just a little something to peak the interest. So don’t be mad….lol*

Devil’s POV…

I could hear my jaw pop as I yawned for like the fifth time since I rolled out of bed at the butt crack of dawn this morning. I walked through the guard’s locker room and head straight for my locker. The sun wasn’t even up yet when I’d pulled into the prison’s parking garage and parked my truck in my designated spot. Work wasn’t someplace I wanted to be at the moment, not as long as F.B.I., Agent Esteban Rodriguez was still playing at being an undercover inmate, and gathering incriminating evidence of corruption amongst the guards stupid enough to be involved in that shit.

I may be in his report as well. Why not? The head prison guard who was dumb enough to fall for all his tricks. What a coup for him, the lying little son of a bitch. He must have profiled all of us long before he landed his pretty little ass on my cell block. It’s no secret I have to have control in all things in my life, including my job and especially my men. I never hidden the fact that I’m a Master Dominant in my private life. I’ve never advertised it, but people in the lifestyle can easily pick up on it or so I’m told because of how I carry myself.

The only other person who knows me well enough to be fully aware of my outside interests is my best friend since childhood, the Warden himself. Matthias and I really haven’t had the opportunity to really talk about this situation since the day Papi revealed his real identity in the office. I’ve been too busy trying to keep his son-in-law alive and unmolested in this place, and trying my best to stay away from my pup…fuck what am I saying. That asshole was never my pup, he just pretended to be everything that I was ever looking for in a partner to get close

enough to me, and in all my years walking the cold concrete corridors of his institution, I’ve never so much as broken a rule that wasn’t necessary to break.

Now, here I am faced with the possible scandal of having my name dragged through the mud for fucking an inmate, and making him to submit to my sexual desires. Hell, I may wind up in here with these fucking depraved bastards and I’m sure the sick fuckers will rejoice in trying to kill me at the first given opportunity. I needed to talk to Matthias no later than today. I’d rather quit this job and find another way to watch Matthias’ back and make was safe in this place.

Other than looking out for my friend, I really didn’t have a reason to keep my position as lead guard. Being a silent partner and co-owner with my cousin. The Mansion is our private exclusive BDSM. It was a very lucrative enterprise and it’s successful enough to allow me to live in any manner I choose.

I teamed up with my best friend as his right hand man, because he needed support in the sea of sharks and corrupted politics, why he wanted to keep that bloody office is beyond me. That was Matthias for you, always looking out for the underdog. I can’t knock him for it, especially when I was the underdog he took care of when we were kids. We have had each other’s back ever since. So it kinda hurt that he didn’t let me in on the Feds’ undercover investigation. He should have found a way to tell me when he realized that I was developing misplaced feelings with that lying Fed.

Slamming my locker shut with more force than necessary, the junior guards jumped and quickly scurried out of my way as I stomped out of the lounge. I knew Matthias was supposed to be here already. He came in just as early as I did, if not before. He better have a damn good explanation for letting me open my heart to someone that let me bleed to death when he ripped the organ from my chest and stomped on it.

I clomped off the elevator and into the administrative office’s hallway. I made a beeline for the Warden’s office. I opened the door and Rosemarie’s head popped up and she flashed one of her welcoming smiles. “He’s not here yet Michael, he said something about having an appointment with a realtor and he won’t be in until noon. He said for you to hold it down until then and make sure you’re available when he arrives.”

I thanked her and retraced my steps back towards the elevator. I quickly checked my wrist watch and I might as well relieve the night shift guard and go through the overnight reports. The lift dinged and opened into the private hallway leading to the locked outer door. It was just my fucking luck that the clean up crew was already released from their cells and bustling up the hallway to be handed their assignments for the day. I must have fucked up my Karma along the way because just I set foot the hallway I came face to face with the one man I had no desire to ever set eyes on again.

Fuck, as much as I wanted to look away and keep going, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, and I damn sure couldn’t convince my feet to walk away from him either. He stood there, stock still, and stared up at me with those baleful brown eyes. I’ve never thanked the Lord for anything like I thanked him for the fact I was already wearing my stereotypical reflective Ray Bans, effectively hiding my eyes. I barely managed to keep my features as cold and impersonal as possible, especially when those lovely orbs began to water, and his plump pink bottom lip trembled for just a moment before he blinked, turned, and shot off down the hallway, around the corner, and out of my sight.

My heart desperately wanted to go after my boy, to grab him up, and make his world happy again, but my mind was telling me to leave well enough alone. The agent was playing a part, he’s doing his job. That’s all it is, but my heart vehemently disagreed with my brain. The remainder of my body was torn in two, and not knowing what the hell else to do, I went to work. I’ll be damned if I get sucked into his bullshit any deeper than I already am. I couldn’t come to terms with how genuinely wrecked he appeared to be, but even with his face scrunched up on the verge of tears, he’s will forever be the prettiest thing I have ever laid my eyes on.

Everyone saw Papi for the picture he painted to the cell block and the prison as a whole. The tattooed Latino punk, and the head of the Los Morte street gang. A brutual cold as shit basdass that’ll most likely smile in your face like an angel, while he slit your throat and happily bathe in your blood. He made a very credible muderous gangbanger, but to me, he’d been mine. My obedient little pain puppy who had taken every bit of humiliation, every ounce of pain I’d given him, and begged so sweetly at my feet fore more.

Papi, or I should call him Agent Rodriguez had reaped his rewards beautifully, and he’d handled his discipline with ease. It was like the fates had designed the perfect sub for me, but

then, the evil bitches took it all away and exposed the lie for what it was. Papi was never who he said he was, it must have sickened him to perform those acts with me. Now he had the nerve to act like he’s remorseful about this entire fiasco. Am I supposed to believe that ever since that fateful day in Matthias office when I told him where the fuck to go and how to get there, that he misses me? That he needed his Master’s firm hand to make him feel complete once again?

Gah! Just the memory of how soft and silky his warmed inked flesh felt under the tips of my fingers. How sweet every inch of him tasted on my tongue had me growling like a fucking grizzly bear fresh out of hibernation as I walked into the main security room. The might shift guards scrambled to their feet, hurried to give me their clipboards, and a verbal report of their shift. It was complete chaos in the camera room until I waved them off and pointed at the lead night shift officer, Thomas. He was the only one I wanted to hear from.

The man immediately began to rattle off twelve hours worth of observation on the cell blocks, and all the other prison areas such as the infirmary and solitary confinement. Two inmates had gotten into a fight before lockdown, and one went to the clinic, while the other in solitary lockup. It didn’t surprise me in the least that Bull was one of the retards acting up again. That idiotic convict didn’t know when to quit. At least he was in solitary and I didn’t have to worry about him stalking Kevin today.

But nothing has been clear cut and simple for me lately, I still had that new guy to contend with. The inmate who transferred in from the county jailhouse. He had been found guilty of date rape. Now that asshole was unlike Bull, he’s big enough and mean enough to give me a real headache, and of course, the ugly bastard had immedaitely hooked up with Bull’s crew and set his eyes on pretty little Kevin. That all American beauty needed to get the hell out of here pronto, there was only so many places I can be at once.

The day crew chose that moment to enter the office and I nodded at all of them before slipping the night shift reports under my arm. I left the two crews to hand over the gears of keeping order within these walls. I had two of my best guards on Kevin’s detail today. I’d personally prefer to be the one at his back, but I’m the Devil in here, every move I make gets noticed and I don’t want to draw that kind of attention to the young man.

He’s already got enough on his plate to deal with. But then again, I wondered if I pretended to claim his ass would those psychos leave him alone, or would they double their efforts to taste the forbidden fruit as a challenge because he belonged to me. These animals thrived on competition, it is definitely a jungle in here. Make someone your bitch ot be the bitch, fight to be the top dog because only the strong survived this place intact and mostly sane.

I stopped by the cafeteria and picked up my usual travel mug of black coffee and a toasted bagel, generously piled high with cream cheese and grape jelly. Cook hooked me up everytime, it also helps that I keep the inmates from burning down his domain when they disliked his menu. My stomach grumbled as I took a whiff of the coffee and fresh bagel, just a few more steps and I’d be in the sanctuary of my office.

Juggling the clipboard, my coffee, my breakfast, and the keys to my office door, I finally managed to turn the key in the lock and open the door without spilling anything. I kicked the portal open. It was only by the grace of God that my office was located in a distant part of the prison’s main hallways. I had enough brain function to quickly shut the door before anyone happened to pass by. I was rendered utterly speechless by the sight on the floor in front of me.

Papi was kneeling in the middle of my office, laid out almost prostate with his forehead resting on the floor. The tight body that has haunted me and has kept me awake and aching with unquenchable desire for many a nights was stripped bare, completely and gloriuously naked, and on full display for my viewing pleasure.

My mouth went dry, my knees wobbled, and everything I was holding in my hands threatened to hit the floor. It was a close call, but I swallowed the lustful growl that almost rumbled out of my chest. My world swirled around me for a few minutes. I was dizzy with the rapid loss of blood flowing from my brain to my now swollen cock. These polyester pants left nothing to the imagination, and my shaft pushed and pulsed against the fabric. The front of my pants tented like the big top at the circus.

My eyes remained fixed on the beautiful boy, he slowly crawled across the floor on his hands and knees until he was able to bury his face in the laces of my boots. If the needy little whimper he released wasn’t enough, then the erotic show of watching his pink little tongue

flicker pass his dewy lips to lick the steel toe of my boot had the head of member flowing pre-cum freely enough to drench the front of my pants.

My body refused to obey my sluggish brain, I remained frozen as my boy worshiped my boots, then he nuzzled his face up the length of my legs, over my thighs, and buried his pretty face in my damp crotch. I could hear him inhale my scent of my before he started to repeatedly mumble. His sweet voice was muffled, but I clearly heard, “Master, I’m sorry, please forgive me, I need you.” He repeated the phrase like it was mantra as he clung to my legs and begged.

I just wanted to drop everything I was holding in my hands, pick my boy up off the floor, and love on him until I couldn’t anymore, but I didn’t want to give in and let him incriminate me for whatever his Fed friends had up their sleeves. I looked down and all I saw was a broken needy pup rendered almost catatonic, he was needing so bad. What do I do? Do I believe him this time? He seemed sincere, my pup so was so far gone that he had no choice but to be sincere in his actions and with his words. Can I let him in again? Damn I’m screwed, I was fighting an unbeatable battle, for no matter how this ends, my pup owned me mind, body, and soul.

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

(Prison Cafeteria)

Kevin…

“Tell me what you know about your father’s businesses?” Mr. Carmichael asked the question from where he was seated across from me at the conference table in the Warden’s office. For some reason Mr. Larsen wanted me to meet with my new attorney in the privacy of his office rather than the meeting room downstairs, and I am beginning to understand why. It seems that the corruption running rampant in the city government is traveling higher up the chain towards some state officials. An ugly trail of blood and money was becoming more and more obvious and they are all connected in some way shape or form to multiple businessmen and city leaders.

I looked at him and I was sort of confused because I don’t know why my father’s companies would be relevant to my case. My father owned several import/export companies, a shipping line that travels all around the world, as well as much smaller business that he has invested in over the years. I was being groomed to take over the reigns of the running of those companies when I graduated. I wasn’t even sure the old man was going to hand over his life’s work to me, being the accursed queer son and all, but I’d seen the legal documents that were already drawn up stating that he was prepared to so when the time is right. After all, he married into the business, because it was my mother’s family that had owned and operated what was now known as the Seaport Shipping Incorporated.

If he didn’t give me the position, then I had my plan B already in place by doing what he taught me to do, and that was learning how to network with influential people. Connections that can help me get a job in my desired field. I wasn’t stupid, and knowing my old man and dealing with the bastard all these years, it would be just like him to dangle the prize in front of my face only to snatch it away at the last minute. So, if dear old Dad decided to be his usual spiteful self and change his mind at the last minute. I’ll still have plenty of options available to me.

“My father’s businesses dealt mostly in retail shipping, importing and exporting everything from clothes, spices, shoes, and other major retail items around the world. Then there

are his investments in much smaller things like real estate, strip malls, and storage warehouses.“ I shrugged and wondered where my lawyer’s going with this.

Isaac must have seen my silent question in my eyes because he went on to explain what his private investigators have found in regards to my father’s financials, both his personal and business accounts. He also found it extremely suspicious that there was a lot of money changing hands between my father and proxy companies owned by none other than Commissioner Landry himself. The next bit of news sent me reeling, just when I thought that there was nothing left for the old man to do to me. He does something to prove me wrong. Did he really want me to spend my life wasting away in jail? Did he hate me that much just for loving who I love?

What would be his reasoning for paying out such a large lump sum of money to Josh Landry’s corrupt father? Was it some kind of restitution for me killing the man’s son? Was it some kind of blood money?

My thoughts immediately shifted to my little love.“You have to get Dillon out of that house. My mom will never leave that man, but Dilly needs to get out of there.” I jumped up and began pacing a tight circle around the table, agitated and now afraid for my boyfriend to be stuck in a house with a monster. My mind went flying in a million different directions at once, trying to reconcile the new levels of hatred that my own father must feel for me. Hell, I would have rather he outright disowned me than play these mind games.

The mere thought of my little love being in danger, in the very house I sent him to go when I was sentenced turned my stomach. I should have known better. Mr. Carmichael was giving me one of those sympathetic looks full of understanding, and I turned and dashed out the door and into the outer office. Mr. Larsen’s head snapped up at my sudden entry.

“You have to go get him, go now. He can’t stay there.” I barked while uselessly waving my hands to get him to get a move on. “That insane bastard, Dilly isn’t safe there.”

Mr. Carmichael came out of the conference room and placed one of his big hands soothingly on my shoulder. “Calm down, Kevin. Mattias has already moved Dillon into his home for the time being. Now we need to work on your case some more so you can get out of here too. I’m sorry but it looks like there was an elaborate set up in works, though nobody was expected to die in the plan. It seems that your father and Commissioner Landry used the assault

to railroad you. My investigator is trying to dig deeper to find anything that clarifies the what ifs, and if there is anyone else involved in this plot.“

“I still don’t understand. Why go through all of this? You mean to tell me that my father has been a long time partner with Mr. Landry doing god knows what for the man, and they somehow plotted to get me out of the way, but why? If he refused to hand over his business, that would have been fine with me. To nobe honest, I would have most likely refused my so called inheritance just to get away from the asshole for good. He has purposely kept me in the dark about the companies financials, always stating I’ll know all I need to when it the time came.”

No one could have foreseen the horrid events of that night. Did the man set his son to taunt Dilly and I all through school just for shits and giggles? Was there an ulterior motive there? Ugh…I can’t figure this shit out. I plopped down into the chair in front of Mr. Larsen’s desk and I rubbed a tired hand over my face.

“I know you have more questions than I have answers for you at the moment, but I’ve got people working hard to get those answers. We are slowly piecing this together piece by piece and we have to be careful not to tip them off to what we are doing. Therefore we have to be extremely careful, and careful means slow and steady.” The lawyer explained some more about what he has learned so far. He cautioned Dilly’s dad to have his trusted guards keep a watch over me, and to make sure I wasn’t left alone when out in general population.

Mr. Larsen nodded his head in agreement and I stood to shake my attorney’s hand before the dynamic man exited the office. When the door closed behind him, I asked the Warden. “How’s Dilly, and when did he move into your house?”

“Dillon is a ball of never ending energy. I convinced him to move in the weekend after we went out for dinner. He tried talking to your mother to get her to come with him. She would be more than welcome in my home, but she declined. As matter of fact when you get out of here, you guys can stay with me as long as you like until you find a place of your own.” The big man stated as he folded his tall body back into his seat. “He’s planning to come for a visit on your usual visiting day, but he asked me if I’d allow your visit to take place anywhere other than the family room.

I knew my cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree when I saw the knowing smirk on my future father-in-law’s face. I know exactly what Dilly was after and to be honest, my entire body ached with the need to be close the love of life. To touch and taste him, hell to even get a chance to savor his scent would be heaven for me. He is the only thing that’s keeping me sane in this place, along with the hope of possibly getting out here. Those were the two things keeping the light at the end of my tunnel.

We talked for a few more minutes before it was time for me to make my way down to the kitchen to begin my duties for lunch and dinner. I said a polite goodbye to the Warden and made my out pass Miss Rosemarie’s empty desk. She must be off in another office somewhere keeping the Warden organized as usual. I swear that woman should have been in the military the way she kept these mountainous men around here in line all the time.

By the time the lift reached the first floor and the doors swooshed open, I stepped out to see my shadow standing a little further down the hall. I was sort of disappointed that it wasn’t the Devil. The big man wasn’t much of a talker, but I felt completely safe when he was the one dedicated to watching my back. I didn’t really know the others and I should feel the same way around them since the Devil hand picked them himself, but this particular guy gave me the creeps. His smile was always a little too bright, and his hands always lingered a bit too long wherever he touched me, as if he needed to touch me in the first place. He just gave me the willies.

I waved as quickly walked past him and of course that Colgate smile was in full effect, as I peeked at him out the corner of my eye. I breathed a sigh of relief when I turned the corner and entered the large cafeteria with Officer Coleman hot on my heels. I almost kissed Cook’s flushed cheeks as the portly man came from the back pointed his greasy spatula at me. He barked out for me to hurry up and get to the pile of potatoes waiting to be peeled. The rotund man didn’t have to tell me twice as I grabbed my apron and darted into the carnivorous kitchen, at least I know for sure I was safe when I’m back here. Cook would cut your dick off with his meat cleaver if you trespassed in his domain without his permission. He wouldn’t give a shit who you are.

The mundane task of peeling potatoes and trying to keep the skin on my fingers occupied my time and my thoughts long enough for me to push the disturbing revelations about my father this morning to the back of my mind. I didn’t even want to contemplate any of it anytime soon.

So, I went about heaving the heavy tubs of vegetables from the floor to the sink, washing the produce, and carrying them over to the huge boilers for them to be cooked before they are mashed into a pulp. It was back breaking work, but it kept me fit and out of the prison gym. Another hot bed for accidents to happen to an unsuspecting inmate.

Lunch went off without a hitch, the plates and trays were washing and Cook was in his element as he added spices to one pot while he stirred another. He never let me touch anything he was cooking unless it was a dish that needed constant attention. Then he would watch me like a hawk while I stirred and he moved on to prepare something else.

I didn’t know whether to be happy when dinner was announced or the regret the fact that my day was coming to a close. I was going to be left all by myself in complete solitude with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. I wasn’t going to have no choice but to think about what I learned about today and try to figure out what he would gain from it. All my dad had to do was tell me to fuck off, and I would have gladly done so. The only thing I would do, is try to somehow keep in touch with my mother. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have to worry about me at all.

He didn’t have to set up an elaborate plan to get me to leave. Dilly and I would move to the other ends of the world to never lay eyes on that bastard ever again. I took my place behind the serving counter as the first round of inmates came down the line. I scooped potatoes and gravy, meatloaf, and green beans onto trays as fast as I could to keep the line moving.

“Hey sweetness, why don’t you fit that tight ass on this tray and let me make a meal out of it.” The leer floated over the steamed over glass partitions and I didn’t need to raise my head to see Bull’s pock marked face smirking down at me. I just kept quiet and prayed that he would take the hint, hold out his tray to be served, and move the hell on.

I should have known better, when he cajoled. “Come now, don’t ignore me precious. I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t even be able to remember your name when I’m done, gorgeous.”

“Well, I can damn sure remenber yours since it’s full of the crap your spewing. So move it along Bull and spew your particular brand of shit elsewhere, pun intended, motherfucker. The boy obviously ain’t interested, hell I wouldn’t be either, you ugly fuck.” I heard Papi’s heavily accented voice growl from somewhere behind the bulky prisoner.

“Fuck off. Papi, you don’t run shit in here. I can talk to whoever the fuck I want. Don’t you have some little twink hidden somewhere to suck you off for a pack of smokes or something.” He spun around and I desperately looked around desperately to see if any of the guards were nearby to nip this potential explosion in the bud before the entire cafeteria turned into one big brawling street fight.

“You wish you had it like me, Gringo. You walk around here barking a dog and puffing up your chest like a rooster. Calling me all kinds of names, but deep in your heart you wish you had my big Latin dick with the heavy ass balls to match, Puta. You wish you can have pretty little things like my boy Kevin falling at your fucking feet and begging to suck you off. Yeah, and you heard me right bitch. He is my boy, so fucking with him you’re fucking with me. Now step off before I cut your off nuts and give them to my bambino to play with.” Papi leered as he stepped up to the now fuming Bull chest to chest.

I was kind of shocked Papi claimed me as his boy. He’d just announced to almost the entire populace that I was now belonged to him, his bit of ass and no one is to touch me. I knew it wasn’t true but hell if it didn’t make me feel a whole lot safer. An asshole would have to be suicidal to mess with Papi and his crew after the careful background they have laid for themselves in here.

“You better watch your back, you pussy ass bitch, because….”

“Because what, Bull. What the fuck you holding up the line for? Is there something going on here.” The Devil asked out of nowhere making all the audience of inmates scatter like roaches to either get back in the chow line or go grab a seat and eat their food.

Both Papi and Bull stared menacingly at each other before they stepped apart and both grunted in Devil’s direction before Bull stomped off. Papi turned and gave me a saucy wink. He nodded in the Devil’s direction before he sauntered off himself. I was almost afraid to breathe god dammit, but I did watch the head guard’s lips curve into a slight smile as he watched Papi’s ass walking away. I had to bite my lips to keep the smile off my face. It seemed that the sun must have come out once again in paradise.

The Devil turned and pointed his Baton in my direction as if silently telling me to stay out of trouble. I barely nodded my head and he strolled off. The inmates opening a path for him as if he was parting the Red Sea. I just shook my head and kept my eyes down as I went back to serving the masses.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Kevin

(Isolated Hallway) Warning..subject matter alludes to violence non-graphic in nature

Sitting here in the hell hole they call a prison, I can now truly understand the term ‘doing hard time,’ means. Your life is just basically in stasis in jail, in a holding pattern until something comes along to change the routine of day to day life on the inside. You spend everyday, every hour, every minute, and every long ass drawn out second just waiting.

You’re either waiting for your sentenced time to be over, so that you can go home to a place that is no longer somewhere to call yours anymore, or for those unfortunate or I should say guilty souls who will never leave this place alive. They are waiting to be executed for their crimes. Then of course, there’s the inmates that swear up and down before god and all creation that they’re innocent of crimes they’ve allegedly committed. They are waiting for their cases to be appealed in court, or praying for some miracle that something was missed or new evidence will be presented that will set them free.

It’s all an endless cycle of waiting. You get up in the morning and you wait for role call and the cell doors to be released section by section. Then you wait in line for breakfast, and then after breakfast you go about whatever duties you are assigned or you go out to the yard to breathe in the air you’ll never walk freely around in again anytime soon.

People in here liked pretend in those moments that they are truly outdoors though, but the longer you’re locked up behind these concrete walls, is the less the believable the pretense becomes. It is then that your faith, your endurance, and your belief in hope are put to the test. I have learned that in prison the waiting is what really fucks you up. You wait to be told when to piss, eat, sleep, go outside, work, go from point A to point B, and for some you are even waiting to see and be told when you’re going to die.

Turning my aching body over in my bunk in the early morning hours before we had to start another day in this godforsaken place, I released another heartfelt sigh as I waited for morning to come. I’m trying my best not to let the hopeless depression of my current situation set in, but that’s like asking me not to breathe. Another month has passed me by and although Mr. Carmichael, Isaac had warned me that the investigations into my case as well as my father’s and the Councilman corruption would take time. With each passing day it just feels like I am just biding my time, waiting for the other shoe to drop so to say. I must admit that things have gotten marginally better since Papi pretended to claim me as his boy toy.

It was no hardship for me to pretend that the gorgeous man was my main squeeze. All I had to do was hang on his every word and stare at him with equal parts dread and adoration when we are in general population. The best part of it all was that Bull stayed the fuck away from me, although I have caught staring fixedly at me from time to time. I made it a point never to be anywhere other than my now single room cell under lockdown when I’m by myself.

Another thing that made me happy and grateful to the Devil for, was his actions that resulted with him reassigning that creepy ass guard somewhere else. Ever since I had pulled him aside and told him how much Officer Coleman gave me the creeps, he had done me the favor of scheduling the man to work on the complete opposite side of the prison far from where I was housed.

The chances of running into that over friendly fucker were little and none and I can actually breathe a sigh of relief that I have one less person to protect my ass from, literally. Today was or I should foreshadow that tonight was the night that those words would come back and haunt me for the good long while. The day started out like another dreary day in prison. Role call was done, cells opened, and breakfast was at least edible thanks to cook and his love of food. I had what is called recreational time to either spend the remainder of the morning in the yard, in the education rooms, in group discussions, or the library until my afternoon and evening shift in the kitchen.

Happy to at least have a chance to choose something to do for the morning wouldn’t seem like much to a person living on the outside of the walls, but to me it was everything at the moment. Of course I chose the library. There I can loose myself and my miserable life in a story or I can even watch a movie on the prison regulated computer. So I spent two hours watching sexy ass Robert Downey Jr. trying to provoke Mark Ruffalo to change into the Hulk in ‘The Avengers.’ Don’t even get me started on the drool worthiness that is Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston. I actually felt better by the time the credits rolled and I replaced everything in the proper place.

Having nothing else to do, I turned up early for kitchen duty and of course, cook didn’t complain. He set me to work as usual barking out a litany of orders before going back to the vats of whatever it was he was preparing for us to eat. It smelled like stew and the perks of working kitchen duty is that I actually got to eat some of the food while it still looked like vegetables and meat and not soupy leftover gravy I’d get out on the serving line. I wondered if cook was going to be generous enough today to make biscuits seeing he sent me into the oversized pantry for haul out the industrial bags of flour. That simple little bit of edible luxury would make my day.

It was mundane but back breaking work really. Stirring the large pots and bearing the heat from the industrial ovens made the kitchens seem unbearable on most days, but at least I was protected from general population back here. Everyone feared cook’s volatile temper and no one other than the Warden or the Devil dared to come back here without his expressed permission. I got on well with the other kitchen staff as well, so I was content in that sense.

My problems occurred when it’s time to leave the kitchen and make my way back to the showers to wash off the grime and the heat of my day away. Papi and his crew usually waited for me to watch my back from the likes of Bull and his cutthroat friends, but sometimes depending on how long clean up lasted. I was the last one in the showers where I have only five to ten minutes to shower while nervously looking over my shoulder and praying the whole time to finish up unaccoasted by anyone before lights out.

Tonight was one of those nights that took longer than usual to scrub the burnt on mess from the cooking vats and the baking sheets, mop the floor, and dealing with the dishwashers that just didn’t want to reach the optimal temperature to clean the multitude of dishes used by the inmates in preparation for the next day. By the time I left the kitchen, the whole place was quieter than usual. The cell area that housed Papi and his guys were already on lock down and the Devil was making last rounds over on E block were the lifers as they were termed for the obvious reason that they were the prisoners doing life sentences for their crimes were housed.

As I dragged my tired body back to my cell block. I was too tired and too depressed to pay attention to my surroundings like I usually do. My mind was occupied with the fact that I missed Dilly. I hated that he had to come here to visit on certain days and see me locked up like an animal. We had to follow the rules and not draw suspicion to ourselves so we visited in the family visiting room like everyone else who was allowed the privilege. Even though we were able to visit each other without concrete and plexiglass in between us, there was no touching allowed, not even a lingering a hug allowed. I had watch his pretty eyes mist over when visiting time was over and it broke my heart time and time again to watch him walk away from me without such much as a touch of reassurance.

If I wasn’t so fucking selfish and if my baby wasn’t so fiercely loyal, I would spare the both of us the pain by telling Dilly not to come and visit me anymore. Maybe I’d even set him free to find some kind of happiness out there and not have his sweet innocence caught up in this drama right along with me. But I couldn’t find it within myself to do it. My Dilly was the only stunning beautiful, shining light in my life. Without him the darkness ow dwelling inside me would consume me and I’d be lost forever.

My mind was so far away that the warning signs that I wasn’t alone in the empty hallways anymore didn’t register until it was too late for me to run or retaliate against my assailants. I didn’t even get the chance to scream for help when a large meaty, calloused hand had clamped over my mouth and I was dragged kicking and fighting down the one dark, isolated hallway everyone warned me about.

I would’ve liked to have told you that I had fought a good fight. I would have been euphoric to tell you that what Bull along with Officer Coleman and two other of Bull’s friends had set up to trap me that night didn’t work. I would have loved to say that I had gotten away with only bruised fists and an equally bruised ego, but come on, this is prison, not a fairy tale garden of Eden.

The one thing I had feared the most became a reality that night. It seemed that Officer Coleman hadn’t taken it too kindly that he was sent over to E block with the most dangerous inmates in this place housed. It seemed that Bull and he had similar ideas of how to put me in my place and take what they had always wanted from me in the first place.

The only thing I can say was that after they had beaten me to within an inch of my life, my mind had given out and my body had followed soon after. I was spared the indignity and the depravity of being fully aware and fully cognizant of their brutality while they gang raped me repeatedly and finally left me naked, broken, and bleeding not only from multiple wounds, but the shank that one of the bastards had left in my abdomen. I was meant to die that night. I know that for sure, if it hadn’t been for the Devil’s code of ethics and making sure that I had gotten back to my cell, I would have probably died on the cold concrete floor in that musty unused hallway.

If someone asked me, which they eventually will, I recalled nothing of hearing the alarms going off, or seeing the bright search lights flaring to life all over the prison and surrounding areas. I didn’t hear the horrified exclamations of the guards calling for the medical team when the found my mangled, bloody body lying in a pool of my own blood surrounded by the remnants of the shredded clothes they had ripped from my body. The only thing I had remembered was praying for death from the pain of those bastards who had pummeled every inch of my body into a bloody mess.

In a way I was glad I’d passed out cold before witnessing the utter violation they’d unleashed onto my body. I may not have witnessed it, but days later after waking up in the hospital, handcuffed to my bed with Dilly sleeping in a chair at my beside with tear stains in his beautiful face, and guards at the door, I damn sure felt the excruciating pain of every indignity they had wrought upon my body and my mind. I couldn’t deal with any of it, the fucking shame and anger that washed over me was almost as unbearable as the agony of my injuries. This was not something I was even remotely prepared to handle, and I did the only thing I could to escape it all. I let the darkness shrouding the edges of my mind engulf me and carry me off into blessed nothingness.

Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

Dillon 

(Please enjoy the video Love’s Devine by Seal, one of my favorite artists. I thought the song was appropriate to set the mood for this chapter.)

My leg bounced up and down repeatedly as I nervously waited in the chair situated in the hallway outside of Kevin’s hospital room for Dr. Covington-Carmichael to come out from his daily therapy visit with my love. Maybe he’ll tell me that today is the day Kevin will finally agree to see me. The first day Kevin had woken up, I’d missed it. I’d been was overwrought from the other night to the point of exhaustion when my Dad had woken me out of my sleep and urgently told me to get dressed for our mad dash to the hospital.

He had tried to be gentle with how he explained why we were rushing to County General in the early morning hours of one of the most horrendous days of my life next to the day my love was sentenced to prison that is. But there wasn’t been any way anyone could have softened the news of my boyfriend being violently assaulted in ways a person should never be violated ever. When Kevin had woken up again almost forty-eight hours after the incident, he had quietly whispered past the damage done to his throat and asked for everyone to leave his room. He’d turned away from me and physically flinched away from my touch as he told me not to come back.

Despite all of my desperate pleading, my tears, and telling him over and over again how much I loved him. Kevin had just turned his head away and refused to look at me. He refused to speak to anyone. Ultimately my dad and Dr. Covington had to drag me out of the room. Dr. Covington had spent over an hour trying to calm me down before he gave up and had me admitted and sedated under twenty-four hour observation by his staff here in the hospital.

He’d barely agreed to release me, he did so only on the condition that for right now and for the unseen future that I respect Kevin’s wishes at the moment not to see me, and let him have his space. I was going to fervently argue against it, until the kind doctor sat me down and explained that after the multiple traumas both physically and mentally Kevin had sustained and now had to cope with, that giving him time to work things out for himself was for the best.

The renowned psychiatrist further went on to let me know that in Kevin’s current frame of mind, he saw himself as dirty, used, and unfit to be seen by everyone especially me, the man he loves. He had asked me to place myself in Kevin’s shoes. How I would feel looking Kevin in the eye after my body had been vengefully used? Having the most intimate act of sharing one body with only their lover turned it into something painfully, demoralizing brutal and nasty beyond belief?

The doctor’s words had cut me wide open all over again and I bled profusely right down to my very soul for my man. I just wanted Kevy to know that I didn’t see him that way. I wanted him to know that no matter what, I love him and I will always love him until the end of my days and beyond. He wasn’t dirty or used to me. He had no control over what happened to him.

An anger like I have never felt before burned through my body like wildfire. My father had promised me that he would get to the bottom of what happened. He had the entire prison locked down and no one, the prisoners, the guards, or staff couldn’t so much make a move without him knowing about it. Federal agents had swarmed the building, I knew that much but I didn’t know anything else. I wanted to call my dad for an update. I wanted to make sure that the people who did this to my love are going to be severely punished. But I refused for anything to take my attention away from Kevin’s room door, not even to satisfy my curiosity by making that phone call.

“Why oh why did this have to happen to him?” I miserably lamented inside my head.

Yes, my love had anger issues, but before that asshole and his friends had taunted him that night, and threatened to harm me in front of him. Kevin has never harmed so much as fly. It killed me everyday that he had wound up in that God forsaken place trying to protect me. He hadn’t meant to kill the son of a bitch, but it was him against four muscle packed homophobic jocks hell bent on beating the both of us senseless. It had been self defense, but no matter what I said in court, or what Kevin had said, the judge had ordered Kevin to serve time for those trumped up charges.

His fucking father hadn’t lifted a finger to help him while his mother had cowered in the corner of the wooden bench looking on in horror, but too scared of her husband to say or do anything either. Now this clusterfuck. I have chewed my nails to the quick. I’ve almost worn a path in the carpet pacing back and forth in the hallway. I hurried to the closest bathroom to relieve my bladder and quickly returned to my post to see if I could at least catch a glimpse of my love when Dr. Covington decided to come out of the room.

I heard footsteps down the hall and I recognized first man as one of the surgeons on Kevin’s case, the other man was Dr. Covingtons’ husband and Kevin’s attorney, Mr. Carmichael. The surgeon had a chart opened in his hands and they were speaking in hushed tones as they made their way towards me. For some reason, I quickly eased back further into the little space between the plant and the wall.

My dad and Dr. Covington had refused to tell me the extent of Kevin’s injuries, other than all the bruising I saw on his face, throat and arms, as well as knowing that he had been raped. As much as my heart stuttered and threatened to stop altogether with that information, I’d wished that they would tell me the all of it. I needed to know so that I can help my love fight through it. I needed to help him heal and see that he’s still my everything despite it all.

I practically held my breath when the men came to a quiet halt just a few steps away from where I was huddled in the corner. I was close enough the hear that the surgeon was in fact discussing the injuries Kevin had sustained, and I could only guess that they were both looking at what must be pictures documenting said injuries as the surgeon kept pointing to the pages in the cart with Mr. Carmichael darkly frowning at whatever it was he was looking at. I slapped a hand over my mouth when the hushed words pierced my brain like sharp knives slicing into my fragile psyche.

I heard the heartbreaking description, gut churning words like perforated colon from repeated and forceful penetration of the anal cavity. Multiple DNA specimens collected for the kit, now in the FEDS possession. Multiple stitches to the anus and rectum. A dislocated pelvis, multiple contusions to wrists, throat, shoulders, and thighs, upper and lower back. Bite marks to the pectoral muscles, and blunt force trauma to the abdomen and groin.

If that wasn’t horrible enough, my stomach heaved when the doctor went into the hours of surgery it took to repair the damage done internally to the love of my life. I could barely contain the gasping breaths threatening to give away my hiding spot. Oh God, my poor baby, how in the name of all that’s holy would he be able to come to terms with this all by himself. He needed me as much as I need him.

To both men’s surprise, I jumped up from my perch and made a mad dash for Kevin’s door, he had to see me. Kevin had to know that I was here and that this wasn’t going to defeat us. He had to know that my love for him transcended everything, even death. I couldn’t just sit there and let those bastards win. They didn’t break him, they couldn’t break him because he is so much more than they could ever be.

I felt the abrupt tug on the back of my shirt just as I reached the door, and I spun around on my heels and immediately kicked out my feet at whomever it was trying to stop me from getting to Kevin. Didn’t they understand, I needed my man to see me, to see and feel the overwhelming amount of love I have for him. He needed my strength and my belief in him right now because he has none of his own.

“Oh God Dillon, calm own son.” Mr. Carmichael panted as he tried to subdue me while dodging my fists and feet. He kept me from turning around when I heard the door to Kevin’s room quickly open and close, and then Dr. Covington was there in the hallway with his husband and a shocked surgeon. The psychiatrist yelled something to someone running up the hallway, but my befuddled brain was focused on one thing, and that was getting to Kevin by any means necessary.

“Dillon, Dilly…Can you here me? This is not helping anyone. This isn’t helping Kevin. Dilly calm down, please.” I vaguely heard Dr. Covington’s soothing voice pleading with me, but I refused and continued to twist and turn and struggle with the restraining arms trying to wrap around me and pull me farther away from Kevin’s door.

The surgeon as well as some uniformed orderlies who had jumped into the fray succeeded with forcing me down the hall. I felt someone pulling the sleeve of my shirt up over my shoulder. I tried to struggle some more when I felt the cold swipe of an antiseptic swab on my skin. I cried out more with indignation rather than pain when I felt a sharp jab to my upper arm. It wasn’t long before I felt like the entire world began to spin around me.

Blinking my eyes over and over again did nothing to clear my suddenly blurred vision. I swung my heavy head around on my shoulders and tried to focus on Dr. Covington, moreover, on what the man was trying to say to me. I watched his mouth moving, but I couldn’t hear anything but my slowly heartbeat pounding in my ears. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear what he was saying anyway. As my world began to fade away into darkness, the last thought in my head was that Dr. Covington had done it again. “He’d sedated me, the fucker.”

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

(Please enjoy the video and oldie but goodie, so appropriate for this chapter, Bryan Adams, ‘Please Forgive Me’)

Kevin

My brain slowly came back online and with it came the unpleasant reminders of why I wanted to just go to sleep and remain asleep forever. Every inch of my body hurt, my tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth, and even the thin sheets covering my body in this uncomfortable hospital bed felt like sandpaper scrubbing over my flesh. Dr. Covington had nurses take away my pain medicine pump. He’d caught on to the fact that I was medicating myself to escape the reality of my situation rather than for pain, but fuck, who would want to live through and remember any of this shit.

As my mind became clearer and clearer, the events of that night had gotten clearer a well and I’ve just about remembered everything leading up to time I’d begged God to end it all. The recollection of their filthy hands on my body, the shredding of my clothes, and hell…No matter how I’d twisted, turned, kicked and screamed at them. No one had heard me, they’d all laughed at the pain they were inflicting and the pain of them ripping me apart from the inside out had been too much for me to bear. When the darkness had circled my vision and began dragging me under, I’d welcomed the peace and prayed for death. Anything would have been better than what they had done to me.

Dr. Covington said that it would take time to heal both mentally and physically. He told me that I needed to remember it all and come to terms with it. He said that I was a victim of a heinous crime and nothing about it was my fault. He’d patiently sat there speaking quietly to me when I refused to even utter a single word in response to him. It wasn’t until he’d brought his husband and my lawyer, Mr. Carmichael with him during his next visit. Mr. Carmichael had again asked me to address him as Isaac. During that particular visit instead of Dr. Covington sitting there trying to encourage me out of my state of self loathing and depression.

The man had sat by his husband’s side and held his hand as Isaac had quietly opened up about his past and flayed open his own wounds for me to see. I sat there and listened to the larger than life man tell me about his humble beginnings in a single parent home. He spoke of his childhood aspirations of having a father figure in his life. What in his child like innocence wanting a family like other kids had. Tears had rolled down my face when he told me about how his joy of finally having a father turned into an unimaginable nightmare. How after suffering the death of his beloved mother, he was tortured at the hands of a psychopath and sexual deviant for years until he had to make the choice to kill or be killed.

Isaac went on to tell me about his time spent in a psychiatric hospital under his husband’s care. How he slowly healed from years of abuse, being mute, and finally able to find his self worth again. He explained about opening up and accepting help from those who cared about him, reuniting with his family, and ultimately finding the love of his life in the one man that believed in him and helped him literally drag himself out of hell.

My mind had immediately turned to my Dilly and the look of abject horror and heartbreak on his beautiful face when I’d selfishly ordered him from my room. God, I’m such a fucking fool. I pushed him away because of what, my shame? If I know my Dilly, all he wants to do is to make sure that I know he loves me no matter what. Wasn’t what this was all about in the first place? My love for the boy who holds my very soul in his dainty little hands.

Isaac had quietly left the room after graciously sharing his story with me. He’d also shared some information about my case. They were making extremely good progress on my appeal and with this latest development, they retrieved even more connections towards making a positive headway. He told me to concentrate on healing, and he encouraged that although it may not look or feel like it now, but I am going to heal and things were going to get better.

Dr. Covington had stayed behind after his husband had left the room. My mind boggled at the kindness these two men have shown me. The professionalism in handling my legal case, and the endless source of support and encouragement with my therapy. They’re good peoples, better to me than my own parents, and I had Dilly’s dad to thank for introducing them to me.

Those extraordinary men was just another example of how Dilly enriched my life. How just having him at my side has made me a better man. I wished to God I could take back that night, that I didn’t end up in prison for protecting the man that I loved. I can honestly say that I didn’t regret protecting my love. I just wished it hadn’t ended with me taking a life. Something I can never return. I decided to open up to Dr. Covington about how I felt about it all. The man must have cancelled his entire day for me because it had taken hours for me to pour out all the rancid, corrosive feelings that have been burning a gaping hole in my soul the longer I’d held it all in.

By the time I was done, sweat, shame, and regret had soaked my hospital gown and the sheets. My throat was raw, and my whole body throbbed like one huge, raw exposed nerve. Dr. Royce Covington had leaned over my bed and hugged me like I was something special. He’d told me just how proud he was of me and that it was time to heal now that I cut open the wounds and stopped letting them fester. He encouraged me to reach out to Dilly. He wouldn’t tell me anything other than my Dilly wasn’t handling our separation well, and that little bit of information made me anxious enough to agree to see him when it’s time for the next visiting hours.

Dr. Covington didn’t leave until well into the evening hours. My nurse had come in and dosed me up with pain meds. She helped me clean up and she replaced my sweaty bed linens with fresh ones. I had to admit that I did feel better after letting go of some of the things that I’d been bottling up inside, and I found myself resting a little better. I felt a bit more refreshed when I opened my eyes again hours later.

The light over my bed was left on and it bathed the room with just enough light for me to make out a figure sitting in the shadows across from my bed. At first I thought it was Dilly and a lump of emotion formed in my throat until the person leaned forward into the circle of light and I saw that it was Dilly’s Dad. He’d visited a couple of times, and I heard his voice in the hallway when he checked in with the guards stationed outside my room. I remembered my first night in the hospital when he’d ordered for them to remove the restraints in my arm and my legs. He told them not to replace them unless he ordered them to or I became a danger to myself.

“Good evening Kevin. How are you feeling?” The deep timber of his voice traveled across the room as he addressed me.

“I’m feeling somewhat better. How is Dilly?” I had to ask.

“Dillon hasn’t been doing so well. He wants nothing more than to see for himself that you are on the mend. I can’t imagine how you are feeling. How you’re dealing with what happened to you? I want to apologize because it happened under my watch, in my prison. I failed in protecting you like I had promised. I understand why you don’t want Dillon to see you hurt, but I think he needs you as much as you need him to get through this.” The man stated almost on one breath like he was nervous I was going to explode or something, I could feel his sincerity and his remorse rolling off him in waves.

Locking my jaw together to prevent screaming out in pain, I managed to shift over and sit up a little against the pillows behind my back. I looked out at the man who will most likely be my father-in-law one day soon. “Sir, I’m going to be frank with you. What happened to me is not your fault. Dr. Covington says it’s definitely not my fault. It’s the fault of those men who did this to me. I’ve given my statement to my lawyer who in turn will give it to the authorities involved in this case.” After I’d given the names of the men involved in my assault, I just hoped and prayed that they would be taken into Federal custody and they would be nowhere around when I returned to the prison to serve the remainder of my time.

“Trust and believe me when I say those men have been taken care of. Some new revelations have even cropped up from what they have revealed that surely will help your case. I’ll let you have that conversation with Isaac, but just know that a few pertinent details have come to light. I can promise that you will never have to worry or look over your shoulders fearing retaliation from them ever again. I wanted to be the one to tell you that.”

“Don’t ask for details because in telling you will make you aware of the things I’m not proud to say that I’m capable of, also it will make you an accessory to the fact.” He warned and it dawned on me that prison justice is a whole lot different than legal justice and that’s where I wisely decided to leave that thought.

“On a happier note, my son is waiting outside chomping at the bit to see you. Please put that poor boy out of his misery. It’s been hard for everyone involved. You have to know that he has been fighting for you just as hard as you have fought and are still fighting for him.” The Warden said as he pushed his tall muscular frame out of the chair and headed for the door to my room. He paused long enough for me to voice any complaints, but when I remained silent he opened the door, held it open with his body, and waved Dilly into the room.

Tears clogged my throat. Instead of the exuberant bouncy, happy guy. The love of my life who would be launching himself into my room was a tentative, shy, pale withdrawn person that looked like my Dilly only even more slender and withdrawn. My heart ached because I did this, not the courts, or that prick of a jock who’d tried to beat him up. Not the events that landed me in this hospital bed, but me. I am the one responsible for taking his light away, for dimming his glow. The bastard that I am, I have taken his joy and I can only hope that my little love can forgive me for tainting him with my darkness.

Despite my aches and pains, I opened my arms and a muffled sob cleared Dilly’s throat as my love launched himself across the room. He slowed down long enough to lower the side rail on the bed before gently climbing on top of the sheets beside me. He wrapped his slender arms around my shoulders and buried his tear stained face in my neck. All I could do was hold him as tight as my injuries allowed and whispered for him to forgive me over and over again.

His unforgettable scent enveloped me and his warmth comforted me. I must have been out of my mind to ever think I could survive anything without my Dilly at my side. Never again was I ever going to make that mistake. Even if it takes me lifetime, I’m going to make sure that Dilly knows that as well. I love him more than anyone to can love another person. I’m going to make sure I tell him everyday I am blessed to have him with me.

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

(Papi all clean up)

Dillon

My muscles tensed and I had to grab the seat onto of my chair and hold on for dear life in order prevent myself from getting up and rushing over to Kevin’s side as he stumbled. I watched as he caught his balance on the bars he was using to help him walk. Of course his physical therapist, Stan was at his side to provide support he needed, but I couldn’t help it. It’s been a little over two months since Kevin’s been in the hospital recuperating from his injuries. The last three weeks he’s been working with physical and occupational therapists to strengthen his gait after the doctors informed us the x-rays showed that his fractured pelvis has healed enough for him to get back up on his feet.

He’s been doing great physically, and I had to admit thanks to Dr. Covington, Kevin is dealing better emotionally than he was right after his assault. We both have, we’ve been seeing the good doctor both separately and as a couple. Our sessions have been an emotional roller coaster ride, but they have helped us tremendously. I have no idea how I’m going thank Dr. Covington for all his wisdom and patience, or his husband for tirelessly fighting Kevin’s legal case, and my father who is doing his best to keep me sane and supporting Kevin at the same time.

Kevin released a painful sounding groan and my heart fluttered in my chest as I watched him struggle to stay upright. I immediately shot up out of my seat only to see Stan pulling up the wheelchair behind Kevy and urging him to sit down. I grabbed a towel and the water bottle I kept at my side and rushed over to him.

“You’re doing awesome baby.” I opened the water bottle before handing it and the towel over to him.

Kevin gulped down half the contents of the water bottle before swiping the towel over his sweaty face and scoffed. “Yeah, eight wobbly steps before my legs gave out.”

“Stop that. You know full well not to expect to be up and running after lying prone in bed for two months waiting for your bones to mend.” Stan gently reprimanded Kevin.

“Yeah babe, what he said.” I bent over and blew a raspberries on the side of his sweat slicked neck, and Kevin reacted just the way I wanted him to. He laughed and hunched his shoulders trying to protect the sensitive spot from my lips.

“Seriously though, Kevin you are making great progress with your therapy. My favorite saying and I’m sure you know this one, “You can’t run before you walk.” Stan chuckled at his own brand of quick wit.

Kevin just rolled his eyes at his therapist and finished off his water. Stan pronounced Kevin session done for today and he proceeded to tell us about his weekend plans. He’s supposed to go some lavish wedding for a close friend from his childhood. Stan joked that his mother had arranged it and he hoped that he wasn’t walking into his own wedding ceremony. The lord only knew how many times his mother harped about him settling down and giving her grandbabies. Stan was cool, he talked nonstop, more than I did, but I found it endearing. He had the unique ability to make you feel comfortable in his presence. He’s never made us feel like we were just patients, or clients that he’s paid to work with.

When we returned to Kevin’s hospital room I jogged ahead of them to open the door making it easier for Stan to wheel Kevin into the room, but as I stepped into the room I stopped dead in my tracks. Stan came to an abrupt halt behind me and barely avoided running the wheelchair into the back of my legs. There were several unexpected visitors waiting for us. I eyed my father, Dr. Covington and his lawyer husband, Mr. Carmichael, and the tattooed inmate they called Papi aka F.B.I. Agent Rodriguez. The Agent looked completely different, gone was the garishly orange prison jumpsuit and in it’s place, he was wearing a well tailored dark blue suit with a crisp white shirt, and a light blue necktie. Even his shoes looked spit polished perfect.

“Hey guys.” Kevin greeted them and I snapped out of my stupor and jumped aside to allow Stan to wheel Kevin further into the room. Our visitors waited patiently and Stan easily transferred Kevin from the wheelchair to the recliner. He wished us all a good evening before taking the wheelchair and leaving the room. I closed the door behind the therapist and turned and leaned against the wall since it was standing room only left in the small space.

Kevin waved me over to his side and immediately went to him and perched myself on the arm of his chair. He reached for my hand and from the faint trembling of his fingers, I could tell he was just as nervous as I was at everyone’s unannounced appearance and Papi’s official looking demeanor. God, I mean even with his colorful tattoos peaking over the collar of his dress shirt, it was amazing what some hair products and a good suit can do to transform a man from a streetwise bad ass inmate into an upstanding officer of the Federal Bureau of Investigations. I wondered what the Devil must think out his man when Papi was dressed like this.

My father cleared his throat and I turned to look at him. “We’ve got some good news and some not so good news. I’ll let Agent Rodriguez here fill you in on the good news.”

Papi stepped forward and Kevin’s fingers tightened nervously around mine. “Well, as it seems your assault and the confessions garnered from those involved in it has blown the doors off your entire case. It’s also helped my team make the connections between the people who were involved in this plot and necessary arrests which closes this chapter of my undercover work in the prison.” He stated and Kevin and I both gaped at him slack jawed and in shock.

“Here, let me explain from the night of the assault up until now.” Mr. Carmichael eased himself to the edge of his seat and rested his elbows on his knees. He spoke with his hands as he explained that the warden had placed the entire prison population on lockdown after the incident No one other than the guards were allowed to leave and return to the prison. All of them except for Officer Coleman. The prison cameras didn’t help, but the camera’s the warden had allowed to be installed by the FBI agents caught Kevin’s initial attack close to the stairs, it also caught the faces of everyone involved when they pulled him into the darkened passageway. The violence of the assault, the entire incident was caught on video.“

Kevin whole body shuddered and I quickly squeezed his hand, offering any kind of support and strength I was capable of providing in a room filled to capacity with these strong alpha type men.

“The three inmates, Bull and his two cronies were sent to solitary and Coleman was taken into FBI custody that very night. It seems that the inmates had fallen into some type of misfortune while in lock up. They’d come out with several nasty bruises, cut, and some with broken bones. They all had to spend several days in the infirmary under the Devil’s watch before they were interrogated. They had no problems turning on each other. It seems that the councilman and your father are very well acquainted. According to the signed testimony provided by Officer Coleman, he was working for the councilman and was following orders given by the man himself to finish the job the councilman’s son was supposed to take care of.” Isaac explained and I swear I didn’t want to hear anymore, but I took a deep breath and hung in there for Kevin.

Dr. Covington moved his chair and came over to sit by us and he leaned over and whispered something in Kevin’s ear. It sounded like he was asking my love if he wished for Isaac to continue and if he was alright to listen to the rest of what happened. Kevin just nodded his head yes, and Dr. Covington nodded for his husband to go on with the story.

My stomach rolled and my heart ripped wide open as Isaac explained how the councilman and his father had been using his father’s shipping company for years not only to move illegal drugs and guns, but to also launder money. He told us about Bull and his history as the councilman’s henchman, and how he got pinched off the street and ended up in jail by shaking down Kevin’s father when the man had demanded more money from the councilman for using his business.

The councilman had wanted to teach the businessman a lesson and sent his son after Kevin. It was the perfect set up if it had worked. It would have looked like a gay bashing gone wrong. The same corrupt Judge and legal aides would have cleared the sleazeball’s son of all charges. They hadn’t counted on Kevin fighting back with such ferocity with the end results of the councilman’s son losing his life instead.

The councilman still tried to blackmail Kevin’s father into continuing to use his company by using Kevin’s trail and sentencing as his trump card, but Kevin’s father had called the man’s bluff and did absolutely nothing to protect his son. Kevin wound up getting sentenced to prison when his case was clearly one of self defense.

It would have ended there, but when Isaac began to appeal the case and incriminating documents were being filed, along with written testimonies from the inmates Papi was working with. The councilman had ordered a hit on Kevin in order to protect his interests. Bull and his friends were supposed to have been raped and killed him with and no one would have been the wiser to the true intent behind the assault.

“So all of this is the result Kevy’s Dad and his greed?” The shocked words just fell out of mouth. I sat there stupefied for maybe one hot second before a red haze of rage enveloped me like a living, breathing blanket. It took all that I had not to get up and let loose the litany of curses. The only thing that kept me seated was the death grip that Kevin had on my hand. I looked down at him and all the anger fizzled out of me just as quickly as it had appeared.

My love just sat there with his shoulders slumped in defeat. A dazed expression on his handsome face. Dr. Covington was quietly whispering to him and I saw the sheen of tears starting build up in his gorgeous eyes.

“Um…Can we continue this discussion tomorrow or something. We need to know what this now means for Kevin’s case, but right now we’re going to need a minute.” I said to the room full of gentlemen. My baby needed a minute to absorb and deal with the unimaginable bastard that is his father. “Dr. Covington can you stay for a little while?” I asked the good doctor who nodded his assent to me. I feared that this new development plus the stress and pain of the assault, the prison sentence, and all the trauma from all of it is going to be too much for Kevin to handle. Hell, the only reason I’m hanging on is for Kevin and that’s just barely by the skin of my teeth. How much can one person take before they fall apart completely?

My love wasn’t going to fall apart, whatever it takes, I am going to make sure that he knows he is loved and that there are people around him who truly cares for him. Damn his slimy piece of shit father and his crooked business associates to hell. All this grief over money, fucking blood money. I sure hope that Isaac is going to throw the book at those fuckers and maybe the kitchen sink too, the fuckers. I hope they wind up in the same prison and karma proves to be a dear and they get fucked and passed around like whores. I hope they get a taste of their own medicine. I can just pray, but my father is the man in that place. He is the Warden after all.

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Kevin

(Dillon and Kevin’s new home)

Please Note: I originally said there was going to be one more chapter and then the epilogue in the previous chapter, but when I started writing this, the chapter would have been too long for only one, so it’s your lucky day. There will be another chapter and the epilogue before we say goodbye to Kevin and his Dilly. Enjoy*

Shocked, relieved, emotional, and stupefied were just a few words to describe the emotions coursing through me as I stood there next to Isaac in the courtroom as he patted me on my back. I was still trying to come to terms with the Judges’ final ruling on my case. I was free, free to walk out of here back into society as regular law abiding citizen. I wasn’t going back to prison. I was cleared of all charges, my actions were ruled as self defense. As a matter of fact I was awarded a tidy sum of money from the State’s violent victims fund for my assault and injuries while I sustained while I was incarcerated.

According to Isaac, I now had grounds to file a civil suit against what was left of the Commissioner’s estate after his trial for his involvement in the hate crime against me and plotting my assault in prison. Both he and my father were now serving their sentences of a hate crime, fraud, embezzlement of city funds, and a plethora of other charges against their business associates. My mother was sitting somewhere in the courtroom, but I didn’t have it in me at the moment to look for her and my bruised heart wasn’t yet ready to forgive her.

She’d stood by and let that bigot who was my father almost get away with murder, my own. In all honesty, I know she was just as much a victim living and dealing with my father as I was, but I felt that everyone has choices and she chose to live with it, and do nothing other than stand idly by when all of this was going down. Maybe she can have the freedom to do what she wanted to do and live how she wants now that the monster was behind bars.

My only condolences was the fact that the Commissioner and my father were both placed in the same prison I was housed in, Dilly’s father’s turf. It should be interesting to see if they survive the first few weeks of their incarceration, much or less the twenty plus years they’ve been sentenced to serve. I’m sure that the Warden wasn’t going to show them any kind of favoritism and what happens behind those concrete walls will stays within those walls. They also had Diablo to deal with and I didn’t have one iota of sympathy for them at all.

The courtroom slowly cleared out and I was still receiving congratulations from Isaac, Dr. Covington, Agent Rodriguez, and a few members of his operative team. They had cleared their undercover case and made several arrests of crooked city officials, corrupt prison guards, several inmates, and even some clerks of the court. It was an extremely successful bust, and it all tied to the Commissioner and his shady dealings. Isaac felt that I should sue his estate and take him for all the blood money he’s collected over the years. Dillon agreed, so I gave my kick ass attorney the go ahead to do just that.

A high pitched squeal of delight had me spinning on the heels of my new dress shoes, and I barely had enough time to brace myself as the love of my life slammed into my body and wrapped both his slender legs around my waist and his arms around my shoulders. Dilly showered my face with kisses mixed with his tears. My still sore muscles protested against the added weight on my still healing body, but I didn’t give a damn as I held Dilly tightly against me and let him cry on my shoulder.

My heart expanded to the point I almost couldn’t contain it in my chest. I was going home to my Dilly. I’m going to be able to hold his hand, to kiss him, talk to him, and tonight I was going to lie down with him at my side alone in a real bed. Not a dusty cot, or a sterile hospital bed. I was going to be able to sit at a table and eat a real meal sitting across from my beautiful Dilly. We were going to be able to afford a place of our own and Dilly will be able to start working at the job of his dreams now that he didn’t have to worry day and night about me locked up in some hole fighting for my life.

My father’s businesses had been shut down during the investigation, and once he was found guilty and convicted of the multiple charges against him, the remaining board members had broken down all of his holdings and sold them off to satisfy the court rulings. A bulk of those funds had been confiscated by the State since it was illegally gained in the first place and that was alright by me. I had my business degree and I’m sure that I can find a job somewhere. I wasn’t worried about that.

“Are you ready to go home, son?” I heard Dilly’s father, Mr. Larsen’s deep voice ask over the low hum of the conversations going on around us. Dilly hopped down and turned his tear stained face towards his dad and gave the big man a watery smile.

I could only nod my head in response. Dillon had explained to me that his father had bought us a small two bedroom, two bathroom condo located not too far from his house for us. We were going home, our home, somewhere that was all ours and just the thought of such a place after being imprisoned for over a year was mind boggling to me.

I don’t know how parolees coped with living on the outside after spending years upon years inside a place where you had to have permission to do anything and everything. Where you were told when to wake up and when to go sleep. A place where you had to constantly be looking over your shoulder, and not trusting anyone around you for fear they might hurt you over something as simple as toothpaste.

Now I’m free to do whatever I want, go wherever I want, and the only thing I wanted to do was take Dillon home, strip his gorgeous body out of his mouth watering, dark gray slim fit suit and worship every square inch of his delectable skin I haven’t been able to touch for so many months. My cock throbbed behind the zipper of my dress slacks and all of a sudden, I was in a hurry to go home. I grabbed Dilly by his hand and quickly thanked the men surrounding us for all of their help. No way would I have made it to this point without any of them fighting for me to have my freedom, to have the chance to hold my Dilly in my arms.

I slowed down long enough to hug Isaac and his husband Royce. I shook Agent Rodriguez aka Papi’s hand and nodded at the rest of the agents in attendance. Dilly let go of my hand to wrap his slender arms around his father’s waist. It was like all the men in attendance picked up on the fact that I wanted to spend my first night alone with my little love because no one offered for us to go out to celebrate this awesome victory as a group. We filed out of the courtroom, Diablo and Agent Rodriguez and his men surrounded us like a human wall of muscle. I understood why when we hit the steps of the courthouse and a flock of news reporters started shouting questions and taking pictures of us.

We kept going, but Royce and Isaac stayed behind to answer the press core’s questions. Dillon and I were shuffled into a huge SUV with tinted windows, Diablo and Agent Rodriguez crammed into the vehicle with us and then we were off. I’m free, my mind repeated the words over and over again as I watched the landscape fly by as we were taken towards our new home. Dillon sat quietly huddled into my side, holding my hand while my thumb played across the delicate skin over his knuckles. His sweet clean scent intoxicated me with every in drawn breath. My cock was hard and already leaking with the thought of finally being able to be alone with him. This trip home wasn’t going fast enough for me.

To distract myself and trying in vain to bring my body back under control. I focused instead on the information Isaac had shared with me in regards to what happened to the pricks who assaulted me. He’d outright told me that I’ll never have to worry about them ever again. As it seems, they were on the Commissioners payroll and they went down right along with the sniveling man. But not before Papi’s still undercover agents had gotten to them first and had dished out there own brand of prison justice. Needless to say, they won’t ever have the ability to sexually molest anyone ever again. I doubt they’ll ever be able to take a straight piss again, standing upright at least after the ass whipping they’d received from those big, burly agents.

The Warden had written off the incident as a prison fight gone bad, and Diablo’s statement as head guard documented that the so called fight had occurred in an unoccupied area of the prison where they had no business being in the first place, therefore, it had taken some time for the injured men to be located and treated for their injuries, such a shame.

The SUV stopped in front of a nice brick building and Dilly started to squirm in his seat with excitement as Diablo opened the back door of the vehicle for us to get out. The building wasn’t huge, it was one of the newer ones recently built in the area, and Dilly was quickly pulling me towards the main entrance as we followed behind Diablo’s massive form. We entered the building and Dilly barely managed to wave at the person sitting behind the security desk as he steered me towards the open elevator doors. We got on and Diablo took a protective stance in front of the us as Dillon rattled off amenities of the building like the security desk we just passed and the underground parking garage.

But none of that barely registered in my head. I was too busy studying the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen my life. The way my Dilly looked when he’s excited about something, the sparkle in those gorgeous eyes of his. The smile curving those pretty pink lips, and the cock stirring flush gracing his flawless skin made me absolutely ache with the need to be inside of him.

Shifting in my stance to ease the pressure against my hard on, I barely managed to suppress the animalistic groan of pure, unadulterated desire from bubbling up out of my throat. I just wanted to be alone with him already, and I guess my little love sensed my projecting desires because his words trickled off almost mid sentence. He looked up at me through those long, lush lashes with his cute little face flushing bright red all over again for reasons other than his excitement over showing me our new home.

The elevator dinged on the fifth floor and we all excited the lift and turned right down the carpeted hallway. Diablo pulled a set of keys from his pocket and we came to a stop in front of what I assumed was our condo. He opened the door and preceded us inside. A wave of heat flashed over the surface of my skin and as much as I appreciated my friend, I wanted him gone. It took another few minutes for Diablo to check over the small, but cozy condo. From what I could see, Dillon’s sense of style was stamped all over the place already and I truly felt like my heart couldn’t swell anymore with all the feels it’s been put through today.

“Alright guys, everything is where it’s supposed to be and it’s time for me to bid you farewell for now. Remember, the media is still looking to get to you guys. Isaac is handling most of it, but I wouldn’t put anything past the paparazzi. Don’t answer any calls you don’t now and let the building’s security screen all your guests. Those who belong here will get in, like myself and your dad, Dilly. Good to see you home, buddy.” Diablo said as he patted me on the shoulder before he stepped out into the hallway. The big man closed and locked the door behind himself, finally sealing Dillon and I inside alone.

Turning my razor sharp gaze on my little love, I watched as he nervously licked his lips and made an attempt to step away from me. My hand shot out and caught him by the wrist and I pulled him flush against my body. “Oh no baby boy, I don’t need a tour, food, to be shown how anything works, or anything else that might postpone the fact that all I need right now is to be buried so deep inside your luscious body that you won’t know where I start or where you end.” I boldly stated and watched those big, pretty eyes dilated wide open for me.

Leaning forward, I kissed the tip of his pert little nose. “There’s only one thing you need to show me and that’s where in this condo is our bedroom located. Unless you want me to take right here in the hallway.” I kissed his plump bottom lip before tugging the enticing bit of flesh into my mouth and nipping it. “Because baby, I don’t have a problem with that.” I laughed as Dilly let out a sweet little whimper before he turned and practically dragged me by the hand down the hallway towards our room.

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

(Dillon and Kevin’s Bedroom) 

** I wanted to thank you guys for taking another journey with me in writing Dillon’s and Kevin’s story. We had some appearances from some much loved characters like Isaac and Royce. We met a few new ones like Diablo and Papi. They will have their own story at some point. There will be an epilogue and then we say goodbye until next time to Dilly and his Kevy. Thanks again and I hoped you enjoyed the story, xoxo Dianna

Kevin

Watching the flush of excitement spread across his delicate skin and those big blue eyes grow wide with anticipation, Dilly quickly let go of my hand in the middle of our bedroom, and mumbled something about going to the bathroom before he scurried across the room and slammed the door. I couldn’t help the wolfish smile that curved my lips as I began to undress myself. I wasn’t going to lie. It’s been months since I’ve had the opportunity to feel Dilly’s smooth, creamy skin against mine. It’s been over year since I’ve been able to spread him out across my sheets and worship his gorgeous body as it’s meant to be worshipped.

My mouth literally watered at just the thought of being able to taste the different flavors of his skin. To feel the textures of his perfect form as I relearn ever plane and curve of his delectable body. Touching him, kissing him, and making love to him was going to feel like our very first time together. To be honest, right now I’m so fucking primed, I felt like I was going to spew like Old Faithful the minute he touched me. Even if I did find myself coming in record time, it’s okay with me because thank the good lord, and those wonderful men who helped me get out of that hell hole. I now had the time, as much time as I’ll ever need or want to love my Dilly for all eternity.

Just as I was rolling back the blankets on the bed, I heard the water shut off in the bathroom and I quickly hopped onto the soft sheets and relished the feel of the cool cotton against my heated skin. I wanted to present Dilly with the most enticing view possible, so reclined back onto the pillows, spread my legs, and palmed my rigid cock. I was already wet and leaking, so I just held the turgid flesh in the warmth of my fist and fought the urge to stroke myself. Any friction of any kind right about now would be too much for me to handle.

My heart rate kicked into overdrive when the bathroom door finally opened and my Dilly was standing there in nothing but the skin he was born in. My dick jerked violently, almost painfully in my hand. The silky, bulbous head was already wet, leaking out a copious of amount of ejacualte. A groan ripped it’s way up my throat and out of my mouth as I watched him. Dilly slowly glided over to the side of the bed and climbed up next to me. The love of my life raised his shapely leg and climbed over me, straddling my body. My vision blurred and I had to clamp down every muscle in my body in order not to grab him, tuck him underneath me, and rutt against him like a horny beast.

Instead, I slowly ran my hands from his hips to his shoulders and relished the feel of his smooth, warm skin under my fingertips. Nothing in this world could ever compare to how my man’s body felt against mine. I took my time as I relearned everything I’d committed to memory and recalled night after lonely night in my prison cell. The little sighs and hitched breaths that my little love produced was enough for me to reach up, bury my fingers in his hair, and brought those sweet, plush pink lips down to mine. I needed to taste him like I needed air to breathe.

Dilly’s little whimper of desire shot straight to my cock when my tongue delved past his soft lips and plunged into the sweetness of his mouth. His abdomen pressed against my hard on, and another groan was ripped from me as my hands flew down his back and palmed the perfect mounds of his ass cheeks. My hips bucked upwards and I drove my cock against his. Dilly’s fingernails sank into the skin of my shoulders as I continued to rock up against him creating a mind numbing friction along the rigid lengths of our cum coated shafts.

“Oh god, Kevy… I missed you. Please more, I need…” Dilly huffed out and spread his legs even wider for me.

“Shh… Baby, I’ve got you. We have all the time in the world. We’ll spend all night loving each other.” I whispered in his ear. I placed my hands in his gyrating hips and tried to slow his frantic movements, but it seemed someone was just as eager as I was to get our first round out of the way.

“Please, please… I need this. I need to come. I want you inside me.” My Dilly demanded and who was I to ever deny my little love whatever his heart desired.

I pulled Dilly down to my chest and partially rolled to the side and reach the bedside table. My fingers brushed the handle and I managed to open it. I fumbled around inside praying that my man had stocked it in preparation for my homecoming. No one could have ever guessed the extent of my relief when my fingers found the bottle of lube and condoms. Even though I was thoroughly tested for STD’s and HIV and received a clean bill of health after the attack, I would never put Dilly at risk until I finished my regimen of preventative medications. He was my world and if anything was to ever happen to him, then this world wasn’t worth living in without him.

Dilly huffed and grabbed the supplies from my hand. I had to stifle my laughter at the look of utter impatience on his cute little face. The laughter died my throat when I watched the little vixen tear the condom wrapper with his teeth. The feel of his hands as he rolled the prophylactic down my throbbing length was almost too much for me to handle, I gritted my teeth and willed myself not to come.

That tactic was almost moot when Dilly squirted a generous amount of lube into the palm of his hand. He leaned forward, captured his kiss swollen bottom lip in between his teeth, and stared right into my eyes as he reached behind himself and began to prepare his entrance for me. I watched his pupils expand and his lips parted ever so slightly when he rocked his hips on his fingers, effectively grinding his balls along the length of my shaft. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed, and with a determined growl I batted Dilly’s hand away from his ass with one hand, and aligned my head of my cock to his slick entrance with the other.

“Oh my… Fucking god….” I groaned as the head of my cock slipped past that first protective ring of muscle and into the blissful heat of Dilly’s tight, wet channel.

The muscles of my abdomen locked up tight as I breathed deeply through my nose and gripped Dilly’s sweaty hips to hold him completely still. If he so much as drew in a deep breath, I was done for. It took a few minutes for me to regain my control, enough for me not to instantaneously come. My cock throbbed with the need for release, my balls burned and churned with the desire to just let go, but I fought it.

“Please baby, please move, give it to me.” Dilly whined as he rocked himself on my cock, his spasming chute drawing me deeper into his body. Paradise couldn’t compare to the feeling of his milking channel along the length of my shaft. I was barely holding on, but I was determined that this man, my love. The one person in my life I would fight the angels of heaven and the demons of hell for. I was going to make sure he reaped every ounce of pleasure and reaffirmation of my love for him through our joining of our bodies.

“Take baby, take all that you need from me.” I growled as I guided him almost all the way off my shaft only to buck my hips upward and plunged him back down to the hilt of my cock. I set up a brutal rhythm as I fucked up into him and he pounded his ass down on me over and over again. Time ceased to move, the air around us sizzled and sparked, and stars popped in front of my eyes as Dilly rode me with abandon.

The slap of skin against skin, our mutual grunts and groans was all that could be heard in the otherwise silence of our bedroom. Dilly began chanting my name like a litany as my blood pounded through my ears. I dug my heels into the mattress as I bucked up into him, burying my cock as deep as I could, seeking that special place inside of him that would drive both he and I over the edge of ecstasy.

I knew I had him right where I wanted him when Dilly threw his head back and exposed the elegant line of his throat as he screamed my name towards the ceiling. He widened his legs and rocked frantically rocked himself on my throbbing cock. My balls drew up and my impending release skated down the length of my spine, drew up in my churning balls. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around Dillon’s straining length and pumped him in time to my punishing upstrokes.

“That’s it baby, right there. Take it. Fucking own me. Come baby, come for me.” I growled and bucked my hips like I had a springboard in my spine.

“Oh god, yesssss!” Dilly screamed as his body seemed to seize above mine. He went stock still with his mouth gaped wide open in a silent scream. Line after line of creamy spunk erupted from the head of his pulsing cock.

The sight of him, the utter beauty combined with the heat and smell of his release painting my chest and abdomen was the last straw. My balls erupted with enough force to have me hollering his name loud enough for our neighbors to hear. My body bucked and thrashed against the sweat soaked sheets, my fingers digging into his hips hard enough to leave my fingerprints in his skin as my orgasm was ripped from my body. My mind fractured and my body floated away on a sea of bliss. Nothing, absolutely nothing could compare to the way this man made me feel.

Dilly’s body slumped against mine and I just held him as our hearts pounded in a synchronized rhythm of love and completeness. I was free, I was home, and I had the love of my life in my arms. We’ve fought for each other and won, and we will continue to fight to keep our love strong for the rest of our lives.

“I love you baby.” I whispered in his ear and kissed his sweaty temple.

“Hmm… I love you too Kevy.” He sleepily replied and I just held him with a smile curving my lips. We were together and our future looked bright. I was home and free to love my Dilly forever and ever.

The End

Epilogue

Epilogue

(Dillon and Kevin’s wedding reception)

Thanks again everyone for all your support, your comments, and encouragement while writing this story. I hoped you enjoyed Dilly and Kevy, maybe you’ll see them again, xoxo Dianna

Dillon

3 years later

“There you go Ryan, all done. Now remember no more roller skating without wearing your protective gear, buddy.” I smiled at my young patient who was sitting on his mother’s lap while I bandaged his bruised knee. “I’ll have your discharge papers ready in few minutes.” I said to the mother before cleaning up my debris and exiting the room. I checked the time on the clock on the wall and almost did a little happy dance right there in the middle of the Pediatric Emergency Room. I had fifteen minutes before my shift was over and today was my last day at work before taking my four week long vacation.

Why such a long vacation you ask? I’ll happily answer anyone who asks me that question. I’m getting married on two days. Two days, and I get to join my life to the man of my dreams forever. That’s right, my Kevy liked it, so he’s going to put a ring on it baby. Then we are off to Hawaii for our honeymoon. I’m going to make sure every minute of those four weeks count as something extra special for my Kevy. He’d been working so hard, and I am so proud of him.

Despite the shambles his father had left of the family’s name and his reputation in the business world. Kevin had managed to stand on his own two feet and hold his head up. He and Isaac had spent over six months talking about the dreams of the Carmichael Foundation. They spent another year working day and night to make the Foundation a reality. I had to applaud Isaac and his husband Royce, as well as hubby to be.

The Foundation was not only a charity, but a multi faceted business, educational center, and career mecca for those unfortunate enough to have been victims of any type of abuse. It didn’t matter if you were gay or straight. It was of no concern if it involved you only you or your entire family who needed to get out of a violent situation, and it surely wasn’t a problem no matter if you were an underage child needing an child advocate, placement in a safe environment, or if you were an adult needing to get back on your own two feet. Between the Covington Institute and the Carmichael Foundation, there were options out there for people seeking to start over and recover from being abused.

I volunteered my time there as much as I can along with some of the other my fellow nurses at work. A few of the staff from the Covington Institute volunteered as well and I must say, my favorite of them was another nurse by the name of Richard. He’s a riot. I thought I was a diva, but Richie had me beat. I was definitely out of my league when compared to him, but I love him to pieces and so does husband, Brad. Brad was a big guy, he also worked at the House, they liked to call it, they said it sounded better than saying Institute all the time. Yes, it was a mental health institution, but it was also much more than that, similar to the Foundation. You may be court ordered to go there, but there were other resources available to anyone with mental health issues.

My Kevy helped in creating something as spectacular as the Carmichael Foundation and he is currently in charge of the business end of the charity. He makes sure the funding, the people, hospitals, clinics, educational institutions, and the general public are running smoothly and cooperating with each other. He handles the day to day business and marketing of the business, and the Foundation is prospering. Isaac and Royce are so proud. My father thinks that Kevin has hung the moon and stars. And the love of my life has even reached out towards his mother and they are working on mending their relationship.

Excitement strummed through my veins as I waited for little Ryan’s, already a skateboard daredevil at seven years old discharge paperwork to print out. I can send him home with clear instructions for his mother to take care for his injuries. I looked around at the hustle and bustle of the Peds ER and my chest expanded just a little bit with a sense of pride. I guess I’m a little nostglostic today because I am getting ready to make a major life change, one that has been years in the making.

Ever since I first set eyes on my Kevy so many, many years ago. I knew there was something special about him. I knew that he would become someone extremely important in my life. It wasn’t until we entered high school when we both came to understand and feel out the emotions and feelings we have for one another. We went from best friends to lovers and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, as good as everything is between us, there are days when we both need to step back and let the other have some space. More so Kevin than I, and I’d allow it for a time, but if I see that he’s floundering, you better believe I reel my man right back in.

I can’t blame him when he get’s morose, and I definitely don’t argue with him or find fault if he spaces out sometimes. Royce still councils him on a monthly basis and I am here to tell you that I am so grateful that my man is strong enough to seek help when he needs it. It used to be an all the time thing, especially when the media rehashes something concerning the Councilman and his extortion of city funds or any other of his of crimes. It takes Kevin right back behind those cold prison walls, and the memories of the deplorable things that occurred there would make him almost catatonic sometimes. When he gets like that, I feel so helpless, but Royce is a big help to the both of us and the man has steered us through some rough waters.

It also helps to remind Kevy that those two old fucks, the Councilman and his father are both sitting in prison, the same place he was housed. My father is in charge and I am sure that the Devil and his crew has made their lives a living hell. They were placed with some of the very same thugs they’ve hired in the past to do their dirty work for them, most of whom have taken the fall and got locked up while working for either man. I’m sure that their infirmary check in history is a long and continuous one. The men who attacked and abused my Kevy were either transferred after being charged off to a low security penitentiary because they were no longer a threat because of their injuries they sustained in a, “yard fight.” One of those bastards will never walk again.

Another will never eat solid foods again, unless someone was going to spend a fortune on fixing the fucker’s missing teeth. The two that remained, the guard and another inmate were thrown in maximum secured population with some of the most hardened criminals. Some beefy no neck, hard core inmates that will never see the light of day on the other side of those concrete walls ever again. They now knew what it feels like to be assaulted and forced to provide sexual favors on a daily basis just to be allowed to eat and sleep in relative peace.

Some may say that two wrongs don’t make a right, that my dad and the Devil, or I should say Michael had lowered themselves to the criminal’s level when shit went down with those guys. I have to explain that life in prison is very much separate from real life. There is a different code people in prison inmates live by. Their mentality is completely different from those who live on the outside. It’s a cruel place where only strength and fear is respected. Common courtesy, principles, mutual respect, and fairness is not even considered by those living behind those walls. So a message had to be sent in terms that the ruffians would understand.

Anyhoo, enough of that, Kevin is healing and we’re stronger than ever after that experience. I finally sent little Ryan in his way and I peeked around the frame of the doorway to make sure that my nurse manager was nowhere around before I dashed out into the hallway and made a beeline for the time clock. I loved my coworkers to death, but in the ER there’s almost always something coming through those doors that’ll prevent you from going home on time. But not today, no, no, no. I was getting out of here. I have last minute details to take care of before I marry my love on Saturday afternoon. I clocked out and ran for the hills.

My dad, god bless him, had spared no expense on arranging the wedding of my dreams. Both Kevin and I had amandantly refused when he’s first offered. We had the settlement from the State as well as our savings, enough to take care of a modest wedding but he had insisted to the point of sending us on a serious guilt trip in order for the both of us to accept his help. If I hadn’t already known that my father wasn’t technically straight, then I would have surely realized it when I saw how he and the wedding planner brought his ideas to fruition. You would have thought that he ws the one getting married. He turned into a Bridezilla of epic proportions. I hope he’s paying those poor people extra. I mean, where do you get lavender roses imported from?

Seeking to keep my own sanity, I kept way out of the decision making. Kevin and I just showed up where we were told to go and we agreed with mostly everything he was doing anyway so it wasn’t a hardship at all, and we’re extremely grateful to him for wanting my day to be perfect. I managed to get to the locker room and gathered my stuff before anyone had the chance to get in way. I think I left a vapor trail behind me as I scampered out of the ambulance bay doors and across the parking lot to my car.

Once I was safely inside my vehicle, I started the car and connected my cell phone to the Bluetooth system and immediately called my Kevy.

After a few rings, my love answered. “Bay baby.” He drawled, and the deep smooth cadence of his voice never failed to send tingles down my spine.

“Kevy, I am all done and I’m leaving work now. Did you pick up your tux?” I asked as I mentally checked thing off my to do list.

“Baby, I picked up my tux, and made sure everything fits. With your dad’s almost military style approach to the affair. I am sure nothing is going to go wrong. So I don’t want you to worry your pretty little head over anything. I just don’t see why we have spend these last two days apart. I’m going to miss you in our bed.” He whined and my heart just melted all over again for my man.

“Aww Kevy, we talked about this. I have to look my best and follow tradition of the groom not seeing the groom before the wedding. I am spending the day tomorrow at the spa retreat courtesy of your bosses, Isaac and Royce. I’m getting beautiful for you and then before you know it, you will be meeting me under the arch in the garden.” I explained yet again trying to soothe my disgruntled love.

“Alright, alright. I get it, but I still don’t like it. But I love you Dilly. I’ll be waiting for you at two o’clock under the arch, don’t be late.” He whispered into the phone and god of my heart didn’t flutter away with anticipation.

“I love you too baby, and I’ll be there. I promise.” I said before disconnecting the call.

I shook myself and called my dad to make sure that everything was indeed in place. I swung through Jamba Juice and got myself a smoothie before heading to my father’s house where I’ll be staying until he walks me down the aisle to my man. I wasn’t nervous. I already knew Kevin was not only my past, but my present, and my future. We were only legally affirming what we mean to each other. We’ve already committed our lives and our hearts to each other so long ago. Getting married was a formality of our love.

The next day dawned bright and early. My dad had me up and out of the house before my coffee could even work it’s magic. Richard tagged along with me and we spent the day in the spa getting our hair cut and styled. We had mani and pedis, facials, massages, and a whole plethora of waxing and plucking of hairs I don’t ever want to mention ever again. Richard was my best man and Isaac was Kevin’s. Brad, Papi, Michael, and Royce made up our wedding party and Richard and Brad’s twin boys were our ring bearers. The four year old little cherubs are going to look so cute in their matching tuxedos.

Before I knew it, my wedding day had arrived. A team of photographers descended on the house to capture every single detail, and every moment on film. There were people everywhere, the caterers, the event planners, and the decorators. I just coasted through my breakfast while texting Kevin back and forth throughout the morning. He kept sending me funny little wedding meme’s that had me spontaneously laughing out loud while I was getting ready. I was on pins and needles, I couldn’t wait to see him.

My dad and Richard almost had to physically restrain me when Kevin and his party arrived at the house. I’d been placed in one of the guest rooms in front of my dad’s sprawling home so I didn’t have a view of arrangements going on in the backyard. My dad kept a vigilant eye on from the master suite across the hall. It was a good thing too because I swear my curiosity was going to get the best of me. I was already practically vibrating now that I knew my man was somewhere in the house, just mere steps away from me. I wanted to go find him, to wrap myself around him, and have him pinch me to make sure all of this was real.

Richard finally finished fussing over me and the stylist brushed the last wayward strand of hair in place when my dad opened the door and said those magic words.

“It’s time baby boy. You ready?” He asked and I had to restrain myself from grinning like an idiot in answer to his question. It took all that I had not to rush over to him, grab him by the hand, and drag him downstairs, out the back patio doors, and across the lawn with my impatience to get to Kevy.

Instead, I drew in a deep fortifying breath and nodded my head. My dad gave me a knowing wink before handing me a single blood red rose wrapped in lavender silk. Richard gave me a megawatt smile before taking his own blooming flower and we all exited the room. My heart was pounding away at a mile a minute with each step we took towards the patio. I couldn’t wait to lay eyes on Kevin. I barely registered the flashes from the cameras around me, nor the people who all stood when the Wedding March began to play. I didn’t pay attention to the decadent decorations, and the elegant beauty of the floral arrangements that transformed my father’s extensive backyard into a picturesque wonderland.

My eyes were seeking only one person, and when we rounded the bend in the aisle and his intense gaze met mine, everything in me stopped. My breath whooshed out of my lungs and if it wasn’t for my dad, I would have stumbled right there and then. My father allowed me to steady myself and then we walked up to Kevin and stopped a few steps from the arch. My father handed me off and Kevin gently took my hand. He never broke eye contact with me and led me forward to stop directly under the arch and in front of the Reverend officing over our ceremony.

Our wedding party and our guests were all smiling indulgently at us as we said the age old words to love, honor, and cherish each other. Kevin surprised me and took my breath away with heart rendering vows of loving, respecting, worshipping, and fighting for me and our way of life for the rest of his days. I may be biased, but our wedding was one for the history books. After we were pronounced husband and husband. Kevin had joyfully dipped me backwards and kissed me until I couldn’t even remember my name.

I floated through our family and friends congratulations, speeches, toasts, and well wishes. I barely registered the delicious food, the dancing, and the partying way into the night. My mind finally settled and my body eased and I sighed dreamily as I laid across Kevy’s warm, muscular chest hours later in our king bed of our luxurious suite in the Grand Wailea Resort. The Lanai doors were open, and I felt the cool ocean air across my naked back and sighed blissfully again as Kevy’s fingers carded through my hair.

“I love you baby.” He whispered into the night and I just tightened my arms around him.

“I love you forever.” I quietly responded and knew without a doubt that my words were true. This man held my heart in this life and most likely the next. I was his and he was mine, and together we could conquer any and everything.